Chanteur-de-Vent

You call my name, I cry out loud. You think I'm smart, I'm full with doubt. You think that everything will pass... But I know doubts like these don't go. I know that I will hold me strong. But in the end I'll break down right In front of you... Are your words mask or a full truth? Don't you doubt everything in you? How can you know that you are right If never failing? You're strong for both, You think you know. But I doubt your words like the snow, This crystal white powder that falls And dies at sunshine... I don't regret the fact I've changed, And that my doubts have now prevailed. But you? Have you looked past your tail, And learned your l