Tearing out, tearing out pieces of me To replace the broken pieces of you Tearing out, tearing out pieces of me To replace the broken pieces of you She smoked blunts on the roof when the stars were falling She drank wine from a glass Black Obzacy and white Nikes Two different worlds and the same fairy tales She loved flowers, black trousers, good manners, matchmakers She liked it when someone said she had nice boobs And she had ripped nipples Pink Ferraris, two black G-classes and three girlfriends Golden iPhone on FaceID, frozen teas, branded watches She liked to dance, some clothes, perfumes and toys When she looks you in the eyes, you know, * your rules Tearing out, tearing out pieces of me To replace the broken pieces of you Tearing out, tearing out pieces of me To replace the broken pieces of you How can I say that it wasn't a joke? Sometimes I take it in, sometimes I don't When I'm with her, I feel like I'm not alone The game is constantly changing, like ACDC I'm smiling to myself, the spirit is somehow so far away It's like a dream, and I don't regret anything It's like I'm looking at Marco Trobri I'm not a drug, but say nice It's you and me, every detail comes out That's what makes my dreams come true A little romantic, a little like a psycho So I dance and don't know what the world is A little romantic, a little like a psycho Maybe she, maybe I Tearing out, tearing out pieces of me To replace the broken pieces of you Tearing out, tearing out pieces of me To replace the broken pieces of you