Idiota

The Moon is already there.
What a bitch life and this loneliness.
I wouldn't want to miss your train
and know what it is to waste you.
I could take any bus
just for one more kiss
but I have my home on my mind
and I can't do it the same way anymore.
Maybe tomorrow I'll want to leave.
And maybe tomorrow will also be
life
and maybe tomorrow, there won't be a tomorrow.
I'm not a child.
I'm not that elf.
I'm not a fighter.
I'm not your path.
I'm not a good lover,
I'm not a good wife.
I'm not a flower,
nor a piece of bread.
I'm just that idiot face
Idiot for having to remember the last time
I asked for your love.
Idiot for hanging your kisses with a red frame
in case I never see them again.
Idiot for getting lost in case you were already leaving,
and throwing your trust from my bed to that window.
Don't you see how easy it has been for me
to lose everything in a moment.
Because of my fear of losing, (repeat)
because of my fear of not controlling your flight.
I'm not a child.
I'm not that elf.
I'm not a fighter.
I'm not your path.
I'm not a good lover,
I'm not a good wife.
I'm not a flower,
nor a piece of bread.
I'm just
that idiot face
idiot that idiot face
you don't see how easy it has been for me
to lose everything in a moment.