Que va a ser de mi

You tell me that what we had is over, that
our story is just a routine. You say that
I deserve someone way better. You give me a
peck like it’s a tip. That you won’t love
anyone else. That it’s your fault because you’re
lost. You tell me that one day, one of these
days you’ll stop by for your stuff. You go quiet.
You’re gone.

My tears are ruining the coffee. My life has
crashed in a second. Yesterday I was happy,
but that was yesterday and today it’s all a lie and I
ask myself:

What’s going to happen to me when I walk into
our house and you’re not there, when I
feel like I can’t sense your presence. What’s
going to happen to me… What’s going to happen
to me… What’s going to happen to me, with what
excuse will I tell this poor heart that tomorrow
it has to keep going like nothing happened. What’s
going to happen to me… What’s going to happen
to me… tell me.

I find myself alone in the crowd. Your voice
keeps hammering in my head. I hold back the
urge to scream and break this silence, I curse
every moment I met you. Saying I don’t love
you isn’t true, but saying it feels absurd. My
steps don’t know where to go anymore. I stop
on the path and I ask myself:
What’s going to happen to me…