I forgot to start this text with a beautiful introduction
I forgot to prepare you before going into action
I forgot to warn you that I realize in my life
I've forgotten quite a few things, if you want my opinion
I forgot to be wise, I forgot to be careful
I forgot to take care of myself and I broke my teeth
I was told that one cannot be and have been
I forgot to take care of myself one summer night
I forgot what it's like to run after a ball
I forgot to be strong, like Achilles and his heel
I forgot to thank my parents for everything they've done
But I'm not good at this kind of stuff, I'm not the perfect son
I forgot to take risks, throughout my journey
And when I look back, sometimes I'm short of breath
I've crossed the years faster than one passes a toll
I forgot to take the time to watch the clouds go by
I forgot to write a text about the strength of friendship
Which puts love to the fine, whose weakness I pity
There aren't many girls who really made me turn around
I forgot to fall in love, for a few years now
I forgot to imagine what the coming years will be made of
And when people talk to me about the future, I tend to change the channel
I forgot to pay my fine for parking in front of the station
Too bad for me, now I have a thirty percent increase
I forgot to make sure this text is structured
It goes in all directions, as long as my sheet is not saturated
I forgot to wear baggy pants and peach skin outfits
I forgot to have style, and it's been like that since the crib
I forgot to cry for quite some time
A kind of ophthalmic dryness, it's almost worrying
I don't know if it's normal, but to be honest
The last time I shed a tear, we were buying bread with francs
In these verses, I forgot to stop talking about myself
I forgot to forget myself, like the first Saturday of the month
I feel like I've been stripping for almost a quarter of an hour
On this one I forgot to keep a lot of modesty
I forgot to believe in the existence of a superior being
I don't like games of chance, I've always been a bad bettor
Moreover, so much the better, because I couldn't help myself
To hurry, to save myself so as not to confess my sins
I'm peppy and to this facade, you shouldn't necessarily trust
I haven't forgotten to be a proud jerk, who has trouble confiding
I forgot to complain, when it was worth it
I forgot to open the floodgates, when the cup was full
To this damn text, I forgot to find a fall
Like a stuntman jumping from a plane without a parachute
But hush I have to be quiet, because now it's the end
Actually not quite because for now I'm still hungry
I forgot to write what I believe and what I really think
I forgot to believe in what I write mechanically
But in the end maybe it's better because to remember is to suffer
I forgot to think that it was better to remember
I forgot my flow, I forgot my pen
I forgot my microphone and I forgot all the words
I forgot a lot of topics, you got the concept
So not to bore you too much I'm going to stop abruptly

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