Bugiardo E Incosciente

You sleep and I'm here, for how long I don't know.
I know I sink so deep into the hatred I have.
At times you'll feel like waking up but then
I think about it and say no, now better not.
I look at you while you're abandoned there,
hating everything about you by now so much
and I'll shout it and you'll know why,
there's nothing so far that I would save of you.
Certainly seen up close like this, there's the sleep that gives you
a childlike air.
Certainly seen up close like this, so close, what a child you are.
I look at the eyes you have and the lashes you have,
the long lashes in which you caged me,
more of a liar than ever and more reckless than ever.
What sadness for a love with you,
and I hate you more because to others
you never gave the sad and dark days,
those for sure not, they didn't run here
to console you but I stupidly did.
And seeing you so up close like this, there's the sleep that gives you
a childlike air.
And seeing you so up close like this, there's the sleep that gives you
a childlike air.
I hate you and soon when you wake up
enough, don't stay silent, it's useless now
and I'll choose for you those words that
hurt more, go deeper.
I'm leaving, I'll say, but I have a regret
for having loved you without a real reason.
I don't know what I would give to never
have to think that I was with you.
And seeing you so up close like this, there's the sleep that gives you
a childlike air.
And seeing you so up close like this, so close, what a child you are.
You'll move and I already know you'll sigh,
you'll turn your head, you'll clench your fists
and in a second you'll open your mouth
and when you wake up then you'll say my name.
Here, look, I'm here, I lean over you
but this time no, I won't give in because
it's almost sweet, you know, to be able to shout