Teach me that title of melancholia
The feeling of Sadness and consumption of grief
Permeating happiness and purifying madness that bitter taste of melancholia harsh but true

Don't forget me
Forget them and what they said
Forget about those days and those thing we did
Forget the reason that we're now Nostalgia but bittersweet in history
Loving but living separately
Forgetting the worst but remembering the greats
It's just bittersweet Nostalgia
Something we can't forget

Roma is where I met you,
You said you were a fighter born from the waters of Venice,
But I knew better hiding in that sweet ladies apartment on 11th Street,
Hiding from love.
        Then there's hiding from you
On our second date you told me you were an actor,
Glittering under the fatal light of Hollywood,
Your talent mistaken for imitation of your greatest tragedy,
That fatal kiss in the streets of Roma
Where you told me you were a singer known for unusual lyrics,
But i didn't mind listening to your symphonies
For they imitated sirens and so I should've seen it sooner
For on our final date you told me you were a builder known for building great relationships
And so that's why I sit writing in this sweet ladies apartment on 11th Street because it surprised me so much when you broke ours.
In Roma where I met you, where you said you were a fighter,
Yet your actions were treason because betrayal is normal in Roma,
The place I left you with all the right intentions and
                         All
                             The
                                   Wrong
                                              Reasons