It's This Subconscious Part Of Me That

I Need, Absolutely, To Be Alone.

It's This Subconscious Part Of Me That Knows Just How Far To Go, And Suddenly, Everything Bursts Into Flames.

For Me It's Not Possible To Forget, And I Don't Understand People Who, When The Love Is Ended, Can Bury The Other Person In Hatred Or Oblivion. For Me, A Man I Have Loved Becomes A Kind Of Brother.

One Thing You Have To Give Up Is Attaching Importance To What People See In You.

I Don't Feel Guilt. Whatever I Wish To Do, I Do.