Mal de Ti

Free again, no ties that bind me
Finally able to step out of your life
Free again, with nothing to hold me back
Able to fly, just like a helicopter

So why do I feel too weak to escape
Why is it that you still live in me
And it's this sick of you, that won't let me go
Sick of you, almost like a disease
Sick of you, like an obsession, like a drug

Free again, running away from your irony
Never again, the prey of your quirks
Finally free, light as a feather
Able to live, just like a bird

So why do I feel worthless
Why do I feel abandoned

And it's this sick of you, that won't let me go
Sick of you, almost like a disease
Sick of you, like an obsession, like a drug

Sick of you, that won't let me go
Sick of you, almost like a disease
Sick of you, like an obsession, like a drug