Potevi fare di più [English translation]

Breaking up no longer hurts, it does not matter.

Who cares about what people may say?

We already did it, I don't ever remember how many times.

Do you remember it as well?

Too many grudges hurt us

I cast myself aside, alone with my pain.

Where there was water, today there is only steam.

We could have done more.

What's the point of looking, if you don't want to find?

What's the point of flying, if you can only fall?

What's the point of sleeping, if you have nothing to dream about?

In the night silence makes too much noise.

What's the use of a rose, if it's full of thorns?

I come back home and the only one who's happy is my dog

Now our paths are full of mines.

I am drowning and you are not reaching out for me.

What's the point of a journey, without having a destination?

Blaming destiny for cutting the road?

It does not matter if I am dressed or naked,

If nothing moves you off the couch.

What's the point of wearing make up if you don't even look at me?

I was inside your eyes, but you don't remember it.

We, lying back to back in the bed, more lonely and lying,

You are close when you fall asleep and far away when you weak up.

I will miss the smiles, long time no see.

I will call you a few times without any reason to.

To those who will ask I'll tell that I am fine on my own.

You will do the same.

I'll delate photos and videos from my cellphone

Only to not see you or hear you.

My head will be full of it, and my phone memory will be empty.

And who knows for how long will I keep loving you.

What's the use of a rose, if it's full of thorns?

I come back home and the only one who's happy is my dog

Now our paths are full of mines.

I am drowning and you are not reaching out for me.

What's the point of a journey, without having a destination?

Blaming destiny for cutting the road?

It does not matter if I am dressed or naked,

If nothing moves you off the couch.

What's the point of wearing make up if you don't even look at me?

I was inside your eyes, but you don't remember it.

We, lying back to back in the bed, more lonely and lying,

You are close when you fall asleep and far away when you weak up.

What's the point of dying if you kill me every day?

I see you in the mirror, you laugh while I cry.

You no longer believe in what has been.

You could have done more.