When I was sixteen
I longed so much
for a love that didn't arrive.
I always waited for it,
all my friends
found themselves
in the same situation.
And then I saw
how they started changing
their lifestyles,
all of them with their love,
each one smiley and happy
except for me.
And every time, the solitude I lived in became more sad and grey.
And at that age, everyone wondered the reasons
I'd just say:
"I wasn't born to love,
nobody was born for me,
I was just a crazy dreamer, that's all".
I wasn't born to love
nobody was born for me,
my dreams never became reality.
I always searched for it,
but I could never
find that love.
I always waited for it
and everywhere I waited,
it never arrived.
Today they can see
my solitude, always more sad and grey,
today at this age,
my friends still ask me
and it's sad to respond:
"I wasn't born to love,
nobody was born for me,
I was just a crazy dreamer, that's all".
I wasn't born to love,
nobody was born for me,
my dreams never became reality.
I wasn't born to love.