CRUDELIA - I nervi

When feelings turn into a game of survival, passion smells like burning, and love is like an old cigarette smoked down to the filter. Everything is too loud: the shouting, the accusations, the pleas, and amidst this chaos, a strange attraction, as if without it, even pain loses its flavour. He's the one who gave everything until there was no pride or sleep left. She's a predator, beautiful and cold, like an ice cube on your tongue. And in this dance of theirs, there are no winners, only exhaustion after a kiss that lasted too long, where poison took the place of breath. Each chorus sounds like both a confession and a sentence at the same time. Love that's like an addiction you want to erase, but your hand still reaches for the last dose.