Mon amour, you make,
Restless; my heart,
Such things, it's heard,
Yet, what keeps me going...
Mon amour, thy word

Disguised as fine,
The Concealed jealousy,
Often seems absurd..
Yet, what keeps me going,
Mon amour, thy word

Servile ; i stayed 
Waiting for you,
as the memories blurred,
Yet, what kept me going,
Mon amour, thy word

Been too fragile, 
Hurt my feelings...
just as your's demurred,
Will it still keep me going?
Mon amour, thy word?