you are another thing that I lost
that slipped, that fell
I tried but I couldn't keep you
oh well, never mind
believe me I can do without it
you are already a fading memory
and we make a difference
with everything I lost without realizing it
like every time I miss a sunset and the next day I face the same one
maybe it's raining like now and I've lost my umbrella and hat
but the beauty is that
the duel that I've had with life every minute
when fate turns against me
and ready I had to quickly find a way out
getting some wounds
that won't close and still burns
but it doesn't matter
and just another thing lost
or sometimes another thing is given and then taken away
suddenly, without warning
which makes what was heaven hell
another thing I have lost........ .
another thing I've lost..........
another thing I've lost........
a another thing I lost.............
hours spent measuring pain
head pain, eye pain, heart pain
soul pain, of blood, of bones
but that doesn't mean it can't give me a shock
in the end it's just a gamble that I lost
a promise I believed in and that you didn't keep
already ...just don't lose your dignity
at least take care of it a little with a full glass
like your sentences
now all lost like a bunch of keys
you who were looking for words to make me understand that you were clean
but in the end you managed to
lose them like a hundred lire
and now believe me I don't want to hear about it anymore
I want to heal
looking at the other face of you that I discovered
thinking of you only as something I lost
another thing I lost.......
another thing I lost.... ...
another thing I missed........
another thing I missed........
I missed trains, planes , my wallet more than once
I've lost addresses, money but never my pride
which is a mistake if it makes me lose self-control
so I don't give up
I've got it I've worked my ass off
and I'm still in the game
another thing that has come out of my life
which sooner or later will be replaced
in a future where you will be gone, remote, erased, forgotten
you will be a photo
thrown at the bottom of a closed drawer
covered by some shirt that I don't use
and disillusioned
I will try to hate us
if you don't to succeed in spite of myself I will have to love
but never as a cure for a void to be filled
and don't write to me, don't call me, don't think about me
because from today I'm looking for something else
and I'm sure
it will be different
from that thing I lost.................
........ ....
another thing I lost........
another thing I lost........

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