Dell'arte
Bea Duarte
The Art
There are things in this life you just can't undo
I'm the Witch now, but you had it coming
I gave love, I tried to be friends
I made my mistakes, and now it's too late
My dear
I'm not sorry
I am of the art
I live for her
For those who don't know, I belong to the art
I live for her, and that's never (the) malice
Poems are born, stories end, hearts break, and I carry on for her
My dear
I'm not sorry
I am of the art
I live for her
I put on my façade
I present you with my *charm*
I run through names, villainies, and disgraces
How unlucky for you, meeting me
I always make them pay
Around here, nothing is free
Ladies... And those in pain
I present to you: The worst of me
I want to go up in flames
Ladies and gentlemen
Nobody gets to smile alone
I'm holding nothing back
I want to go up in flames
My dear
I'm not sorry
I am of the art
I live for
My dear
I'm not sorry
I am of the art
I live for her
