Me ne vado perché sono fottutamente stanco del tuo amore a metà

You don’t get to choose whether you hurt me or not. You don’t get to choose to say how your love is supposed to make me feel. Because there wasn’t that much of a love to feel anyway.

And that’s something you never seemed to understand — that love is not about making someone feel like they are the last resort.

Love is not about making someone feel like they’re not even one of the options, while everything they want to be is the only choice.

You see, you don’t get to choose how strong your love is. Because you showed me none of it.

E ora che I’m walking away, vuoi che rimanga.

You’re promising me suns and stars, a love so crazy that will make me feel like I’m flying, without even realizing that your ‘love’ was drowning me in my own tears.

You’re promising me a lifelong love but you couldn’t even last ten months. Your love wore off like a cheap perfume on a hot summer’s day. It simply vanished and soon enough, habit replaced it.

E tu hai ancora cercato di farmi credere che quello che c'era tra noi era amore, che era così. Che questo era l'aspetto del vero amore.

Ma l'amore non dovrebbe farmi sentire meno degno. L'amore non dovrebbe lasciarmi a chiedermi cosa diavolo c'è di sbagliato in me.

Why don’t you love me the way you used to? The way you promised you would?

And now that I have had enough, you’re making another promise you can’t keep.

You know you can’t. You know you’re incapable of truly committing to someone. You know you’re incapable of loving anyone as much as you love yourself.

And I’m done with this half-assed love. Because you and me both know that Mi merito di più . You know that I deserve so much more than this label-less shit you’re putting me through.

Always saying how you hate labels but without even realizing that you already did it — you made us quella coppia .

Quella coppia che ha avuto un grande inizio ma che si è esaurita così in fretta. Peccato. Quella coppia che aveva una grande chimica ma che è scomparsa. Peccato.

Quella coppia che aveva un grande futuro davanti a sé ma è rimasta bloccata nel passato. La vergogna. Quella coppia. Sempre quella coppia.

And I don’t want to be part of ‘ that couple’ più.

And now that my strength has worn off, you’re trying to undermine my walls.

I let you in once and, trust me, that’s not a mistake I’m going to make ever again. I decided to trust you, only to have my trust played.

Ho deciso di abbassare le mie mura, solo perché tu lasciassi il mio cuore in rovina. Ho deciso di darti tutto me stesso, per ricevere in cambio solo dolore.

E tu eri ancora troppo cieco per accorgerti di tutti questi muri che si rialzavano. Eri troppo cieco per vedere che stavo andando alla deriva e tu eri il vento che mi spingeva.

Le tue azioni, il tuo amore a metà, tu. Non io. Non le mie paure. Tu.

And now that I’m leaving, you want to pull me back.

Now that I finally see my way out of this hell, you’re trying to lure me back in. Now that I have finally found my blessing, you’re offering me your curse once more. But I can’t keep on hoping you’ll change.

I can’t keep on living in a hell you’re calling love. Because I have had enough of wondering every single morning if you will call me back.

Ne ho abbastanza di addormentarmi da sola ogni maledetta notte. Ne ho abbastanza di essere costantemente wondering if I’m enough .

If I’m the reason for your distance. If I’m the reason you’re so cold. I deserve more than this. I deserve to wake up to a ‘good morning’ message.

I deserve to fall asleep knowing I’m falling asleep next to you. I deserve never to wonder how I could ever think I was not enough.

And let’s face it, you’re incapable of giving me any of those.

So, farewell darling, I have finally had enough of being your last resort. It’s time I became someone’s priority.