𝕿𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖚𝖕

[Intro] Dis-moi que t’as pas lâché... [Verse 1] I don't know what became of you… I just hope you didn't let everything fall apart, under the pretext that it was too difficult or that you didn't have the time. I hope you didn't give up. Because me, here and now… I'm still fighting. You're forty. Have you kept your promises? Or have you traded your dreams for a stable job? Do you still write, or have you packed your writings away in a box? Have you silenced your voice, or have you kept your rebellious spirit? Where do you live? Did you flee the city, or have you blended in? Do you have children? What do you tell them at night when they grumble? Do you sleep well, or do you toss and turn in bed at 3 a.m., wondering if you made the right choices… or simply the least cowardly ones? Do you love? Not "you have a girlfriend," no. Do you truly love? Do you still feel strong emotions, or just a lukewarm, unsparking feeling? Have you kept your friends? Real friends? Or are they now just colleagues? Haven't you forgotten how to laugh, or have you left that to the children and boozy weekend nights? [Verse 2] To my 40-year-old self, I hope you haven't given up on everything. That you haven't sold your time to things you didn't want. I hope you haven't let your dreams fade away for lack of energy. That you haven't put everything aside "for later," and that "later" hasn't slipped away from you. Are you happy? Or are you settling for less? Have you kept the flame alive or have you settled into comfort? Have you found someone who understands you without needing an instruction manual? Have you built a "we" or have you remained focused on "me"? I'm not asking if you've succeeded, I'm asking if you're still whole. If you haven't lost the will to fight for what's true. [Chorus] Tell me you didn't give up, That you didn't give in to adversity. That you didn't stifle everything, To conform to a world that wanted you to be ordinary. [Verse 3] Do you know how to say no when you needed to? Even when you were alone, even when you felt strong? Or did you prefer the tranquility of cowards to the storm of aggressive men? Did you live for yourself, or for what was expected of you? Have you taken stock of things? Or have you let negative thoughts overwhelm you? Have you become the man you admired? Or just a faint reflection of what you desired, what you loved, what you were? Do you still do crazy things, even for no reason? Or have you simply grown up, in the sad sense of the word, with your suit and your fall? Do you ever cry? Or have you closed that door forever? Have you buried your sensitivity under the weight of numbers and cohorts? You didn't give it your all for nothing, did you? You didn't sacrifice your passion for fleeting security? [Verse 4] To my 40-year-old self, do you still have principles? Or have you learned to keep quiet so you don't get caught? Did you stand your ground, or did you give in too often? Did you know when to say no, or did you always play nice? Do you have regrets, or just scars? Did you let things slide for fear of failure or sadness? Haven't you forgotten who you were at 20? When you dreamed of freedom, creativity, and love, without cages or conflicts. Did you help your parents? Were you there for them? Did you say "I love you" to the right people, or do you keep it to yourself? I'm not asking if you shone, or if you made money, But do you respect yourself… when you look at yourself honestly? [Chorus] Tell me you haven't given up, That you haven't forgotten what you felt deep inside. That you haven't denied everything, For a bland and empty life, without rage and without purpose. [Bridge] I don't need your trophies; I don't want to know if you succeeded. I want to know if you held on. If you loved. If you cried. I want to know if you kept a part of me alive… Or if you preferred to bury me in order to "grow up." [Final chorus] Tell me you didn't give up, Even when everything told you it was pointless. Tell me you didn't betray, The child I am, sitting here, still believes a little, tomorrow... [Outro] Because I fight to make you proud. Not rich. Not perfect. Just… whole.