it's all talk, maybe some philosophy will help to ease the mind, nothing makes much sense, all the writing in the world can't add enough meaning to this complicated web of feelings, help me and lend me your hand, come and tell me a secret, im lost and i know you are too, i dont know what else there is in this world other than each other, your eyes are a mirror to judge myself, keep on truckin', everything smells of bullshit in the end but maybe you can clear my mind, finally i feel that i can look the darkness in the eyes and not be scared. what else can i hope for? just you and me.