Commedia

The truth humiliates much more
Than any lie
I'd rather be the witch
The wounded fortune-teller

Who can't read her own hand
Ignores all of your signs
Climbs colossal towers
Puts everything on pedestals

And the circus clown
Is only me, passed hand to hand
I tell the final joke
I trusted the villain

(Ah, ah)
(Greater)
(I need your pain to hurt much greater)
(No, no, no, no, no, no)
(I will grow)
(No, no, no, no, no, no)
(Come back)

Aspetta
I haven't finished speaking
You're always like this
You never feel like anyone
You don't trust
You don't truly love
I like you
But I can't stand it
Not like this