It's my own fault that I don't understand anymore
why I stay close to you.
If you even have a heart,
in that heart you don't let anyone in.
I don't know how you do it,
say "I love you".
If you talk and remain silent,
hold me, cry and laugh
only when it's convenient for you
and you don't care about anything,
because that's the way you are,
you give me laughter and crying
till you make me die.
It's my own fault that I don't understand why you stay,
why you don't abandon me.
You know that it's not enough for me,
because you know that this is not
the way to love.
I don't know how you do it.
You are like a thief.
With the excuse of embracing me
you steal my wings and hide them
fearing that I'd fly.
But, even if I could,
the sky wouldn't be enough,
coming down I would say:
"I, without you, can't fly".
I don't know how you do it.
You are like a thief.
With the excuse of embracing me
you steal my wings and hide them
fearing that I'd fly.
But, even if I could,
the sky wouldn't be enough,
coming down I would say:
"I, without you, can't fly".