It’s just my fault
It’s… just my fault
The devil take hypocrisy
Take melancholy
Take boring that take us
And doesn’t go away more
How is pleasant?
This life
So “lunatic”?
Don’t hurt yourself
I have to do this
I have to do it because
You didn’t hurt nothing
And are you right
When you say I’m a child
And I’m not “mature”?
And you’re twenty years-old younger
How is pleasant?
This “Sunday”
So complicated!
I was forgetting that
I want you calm
And I promise you that
I will go out from your life
So slowly that
When you’ll wake up
You won’t realize it
You’ll see
How is pleasant
This Sunday
So “lunatic”!