I hate this town
We know that the true life is somewhere else
You make projects, you have a list of them
Then life does what it wants
There's something wrong in me
It's like I was two people
And each one hates his other
But they've in common only the doctor
Boring stuffs, you're upset if I talk to you about them
I wonder I was at a table
with the bottle on ice
Everyone's playing Jersey Shore, everyone's so outgoing
Then it's more important to be there,
Then having much fun.
Looking for an anchor
Something that would last forever
We have it all, but we don't leave anything
I wouldn't be so boring if I wasn't so lonely.
What am I doing here, what do I have to do with them?
They call me "tears" for what I tought
They call me fire for the empty I left
'Cause I love, love, love
'Cause I hate, hate, hate
'Cause I dedicate to life only the best of me.
We dance with lies
We live between ruins
We spend lives
Hoping for the best is left to come
Unsubstainable heavyness of appearance.
The materialism, rapping we're the cheerleaders of it
Go on, tell me I'm heavy
When I start these speeches, that "who gives a rat's!"
Where I come from it's more important to be able to take punchs than to give them.
I prefer to take them and go away
In my mind there are some guys
Dirty human beings
I prefer when God creates landscapes
In shining cars
These stage lights
that make me shine, but overshadow the others
Indulge your friends, you'll see where you'll end up
I can see you're pretending to be necessairly content.
I wouldn't be so boring if I didn't feel so lonely.
What am I doing here, what do I have to do with them?
They call me "tears" for what I tought
They call me fire for the empty I left
'Cause I love, love, love
'Cause I hate, hate, hate
'Cause I dedicate to life only the best of me.
The coexistence, the convenience,
but it always start "with" and it ends up "without"
To be imprisoned here, a new start
I've already had two lives and now I'm starting the third.
I'm fed up with talking about how it is, it is with you.
I'd rather talk about how it could be
Not being boring, not feeling lonely
To be good with no place in the world
They call me "tears" for what I tought
They call me fire for the empty I left
'Cause I love, love, love
'Cause I hate, hate, hate
'Cause I dedicate to life only the best of me.
'Cause I love you, love you, love you
And I hate ya, hate ya, hate ya
And you'll always always have
The best of me