[Intro – Clean electric guitar, melancholic and suspended note] I hear your breathing. But you aren't there. [Verse 1] The alarm rings, another day to burn, I turn to the side, I have nothing to say. We have breakfast, eyes low on the table, the sound of the cup is the only sound we allow. We smile at each other, it's just pure politeness, hiding the void behind a distraction. We are two actors in a scene we don't write, we play the part, but we don't believe it. [Pre-Chorus] How many nights have I stared at the ceiling waiting for dawn? How many times was I afraid of that cage? There was no betrayal, no one else in the story, just the silent pain of a surrender without glory. [Chorus – Emotional, powerful, melancholic rock] And it doesn't hurt because it's over, it hurts because it's agony, but we call it life. We are two strangers sharing the rent, prisoners of a memory, in eternal conflict. There is no hate in my heart, just a great chill, I'm still here with you, but I don't see you for real. [Verse 2] I come home late, to avoid you a bit, I meet your eyes, but I don't know who you are. The television is on to cover the thoughts, we pretend nothing's wrong, like two jailers. You ask "how's it going?", I answer "it's okay", it's the biggest lie I keep telling. We are afraid to admit defeat, to break the glass and accept the sting. [Pre-Chorus] How many nights have I stared at the ceiling waiting for dawn? How many times was I afraid of that cage? There was no betrayal, no one else in the story, just the silent pain of a surrender without glory. [Chorus – Emotional, powerful, melancholic rock] And it doesn't hurt because it's over, it hurts because it's agony, but we call it life. We are two strangers sharing the rent, prisoners of a memory, in eternal conflict. There is no hate in my heart, just a great chill, I'm still here with you, but I don't see you for real. [Bridge – Slow, only voice and piano] Why keep alive something that is dead? We lost the road, we lost the harbor. Is it cowardice or just the fear of being alone? We are no longer souls, we are just roles. Better a real pain than a fake apathy, sometimes to save yourself you need a scandalous absence. [Final Chorus – Explosive, liberating, with controlled anger] AND IT DOESN'T HURT BECAUSE IT'S OVER! IT HURTS BECAUSE WE KILLED IT, WITH NO WAY OUT! WE ARE TWO STRANGERS WHO HAVE SAID "GOODBYE", WITHOUT THE COURAGE TO WALK AWAY FROM US. NO HATE IN MY HEART, JUST A GREAT CHILL, I LEFT THE KEY ON THE TABLE... I'M LEAVING THIS SKY. [Outro – Instrumental fades, only the sound of a door closing] I'm leaving. For real. Without a sound.
