If you knew how you do it—
how you give a damn about me—
if I could do that as well
each time you toy with our goodbye.
If you knew how you do it—
how to always be as certain as I—
I talk, I talk—but in the end
I always come to beg you not to leave.
I wish, for me, that one day only
our roles could be reversed—
that day I would make you suffer
how I suffer now.
If you knew how you do it—
how you give a damn about me—
how you know as well
to what a great extent I need you.
To know it so well—
even better than me.
I wish, for me, that one day only
our roles could be reversed—
that day I would make you suffer
how I suffer now.
If you knew how you do it—
how you give a damn about me—
how you know as well
to what a great extent I need you.
To know it so well—
even better than me—
even better than me—
even better than me.