quello che ancora non c'è
Francesca Michielin
What Still Isn't Here
I've thought a lot, maybe too much
Tell me why
I thought it was real, you seemed so sincere
But it was just you, nothing more
I learned a lot and way too soon
But now I know
It felt so strange
Accepting who I am, distancing myself from me
What still isn't here
Will come on its own
Don't be afraid that
There won't be time for you
Don't look outside
For what’s inside of you
And even if I never have you
I'm okay with that
Even if it hurts me
Now just leave me alone
I've thought a lot, so much that nothing came to mind
Maybe because I want deep experiences, not just collections
Without always holding back every emotion
Distracting myself for a second from me
What still isn't here
Will come on its own
Don't be afraid that
There won't be time for you
Don't look outside
For what’s inside of you
And even if I never have you
I'm okay with that
Even if it hurts me
Sorry if I bothered you
With my half-broken dream
But you know I feel too much
And it amplifies what I feel
It seems just like another wave crashing
Trying even if in the end it makes no sense and cries
But it tries because it’s in its nature
And now let time stitch this fracture
We repeat words, legitimize distances
And use them to fill the void in our rooms
What still isn't here
Will come on its own
Don't be afraid that
There won't be time for you
Don't look outside
For what’s inside of you
And even if I never have you
I'm okay with that
Even if it hurts me, now let me go
