End of game

At first it all started as a game.
You said don't fall in love with me, at first I didn't understand.
I remember smiling, thinking it was just a joke.
Now I understand that you were actually trying to warn me, but I ignored your words.
Should I go ahead with this feeling or just give up on you…?
I'm lost, even if I chose this scenario.
I'm just a girl playing princess in this story.
Illusions and dreams of romance.
Love songs, letters with lyrics coming from me longing for someone special.
Stop, don't fall into fantasy.
Stop, don't fall in love with me.
Stop, don't give me your heart.
Stop, don't tell me "I love you"
I can't be the prince of your dreams.
I can't tell you nice words.
I can't be the one who gives you a happy ending.
I can't be…
…The protagonist of this story.
Every day, I lied to myself to play this role.
When did I start to fall in love with you?
When did I start to confuse reality with fiction?
When did all this start?
I was too happy to notice that this fantasy was just my imagination.
I idealized a boy who can't be real.
Because those in my world only know how to hurt you.
I reflected all my hopes and desires on you.
I longed for a perfect love, I asked for it from the bottom of my heart.
Until I made it real or so I thought.
Your words repeat in my mind over and over again…
Stop, don't fall into fantasy.
Stop, don't fall in love with me.
Stop, don't give me your heart.
Stop, don't tell me "I love you."
Your voice echoes in me…
…But I refuse to accept the sad reality. (I don't want to lose you)
Your words are daggers in my heart. (Please don't go)
I can't be the prince of your dreams.
I can't tell you nice words.
I can't be the one who gives you a happy ending.
I can't be…
…The protagonist of this story.
How long can I keep up this lie?
When will it be enough to say goodbye…?
I spent my best moments with you, I gave you my best version.
You made me believe in those princess stories again.
And all so that in the end it ends up collapsing before my eyes.
On my knees, with tears on my cheeks I begged “don't go”.
But I understood that I am the one who must say goodbye, not you.
You are there as always with a pleasant smile on your face.
Your kind voice along with that background painting.
I want to cry, because I know that it is the last time that I will say: “I love you”.
This time, I will finish the game that I myself started.
(Goodbye…my beloved prince).
Stop, don't fall into this fantasy. (It's too late now)
Stop, don't fall in love with me. (I already did)
Stop, don't give me your heart. (It was always yours)
Stop, don't tell me "I love you." (I loved you from the first meeting).