Marchate

If you hide in your fog
and deny me your faults
it doesn't matter what you say
I know you will never love me
as my sweet illusions
leave wounds
it was difficult to harvest
what you never planted

I'm not asking you to love me or forget me
I want you to remember
how much I loved you and

get out, get out of my mind
get out, don't come back to see me

if you didn't know how to love me
it's better that you leave
why hold on to the dream
if it won't be reality
if my love didn't
intoxicate you with my soul
why keep traveling
if this isn't my path