I need you
and need to believe
that the love you have
can resist,
but the silence you give me
make me reflect.
Yet I need you.
I need you.
You're right as well,
I don't know how to pretend,
but the love I give
knows how to distinguish
the most defeaning pain
from the image
that you have left for me.
That you've hidden from me.
The order of time
has brought me here
confusing a deceit
with shivers.
You don't see anyone but yourself
and I can't
give you any merits.
But there's one thing I owe you.
The last thing I owe you
is me.
You need me.
You can't go away.
But the love you have
is invisible
and the silence you give me
can describe it.
You don't need me
when you need yourself.
The order of time
has brought me here
confusing a deceit
with shivers.
I'm not looking for the compromise
that, unfortunately,
you don't deserve.
If there's one thing I owe you.
The last thing I owe you.
Now that my time
has brought me here
paying for this deceit
with bruises.
You don't see anyone but yourself
and I can't
give you any merits,
but there's one thing I owe you.
The last thing I owe you
is me.
It's a goodbye.
Goodbye.
From the silence that you give,
I want to get away.
You don't need me.
You don't need me.
The order of time
has stopped here
because the days of deception
have boundaries.
The good I've conceded
doesn't admit
subtitles.
This is the thing I owe you.
The last thing I owe you
is me.
It's a goodbye.
Goodbye.
The silence you give me
makes me decide.
I don't need you.
I don't need.
I don't need you.
I've no more need.