Fantasia

Like a fool
When in my hands I feel the urge to have you
How will I live
If you are life and I remain here without you
I will invent you
In my thoughts to keep me company
And I will cry
Slapping my own self in the mirror
And I'll have to forget that you're not mine
And you become this fantasy
I will make love for fun to believe I'm alive even without you
I will do the strangest things and the things I've always dreamed of with you
And I will tell a thousand lies about you
That you love me, you think of me, that you're always mine
When I return home
I will cry on the bed of melancholy
I will make love with nothing, holding onto the silence left by you
And I will hate you among people but in my mind you're always with me
How will I do
If my hands will strike me too
How will I live
If in this world there's no other life
I will walk
Looking for a heart for this soul of mine
And I will pray
Because alone we need God
And I'll have to forget that you're not mine
And you become this fantasy
I will make love for fun to believe I'm alive even without you
I will do the strangest things and the things I've always dreamed of with you
And I will tell a thousand lies about you
That you love me, you think of me, that you're always mine
When I return home
I will cry on the bed of melancholy
I will make love with nothing, holding onto the silence left by you
And I will hate you among people but in my mind you're always with me