To you i’m talking to you
to you, but you’re not listening
to you, with your leftovers
you could give me the light to brighten up my days
to you, who play to win from me
when you know perfectly well I’ve lost everything
to you, i’m talking to you
even if you don’t give a damn what I’m saying.
To you, i’m talking to you
Even if it’s a waste of time
To you, who didn’t got hit by
Sorrow and sadness
If I never told you the truth
That’s because the truth has always been a lie
To you, i’m talking to you
Even if you don’t give a s*** what I’m saying
To you, you didn’t have the courage to stand up for yourself
To you, you comfort yourself
by covering the tracks of my kisses in Chanel
you have nothing left
you have nothing left
nothing
to you, because of anger you think with your feet (it’s a little wordgame: des = without; pecho= breast)
to you, the one who left me alone even if you were in my company
you have nothing left, you have nothing left
nothing
to you, i’m talking to you
so dumb and resigned
you sleep with your pride
and you let them touch you with your cheap resentment
to you, you like being the martyr
reparting guild, that’s only yours
to you, I’m talking to you
because no one else understands what i’m saying
To you, you didn’t have the courage to stand up for yourself
To you, you comfort yourself
by covering the tracks of my kisses in Chanel
you have nothing left
you have nothing left