Well, I don't have to think because I have the feeling, and the right to choose what I am inside You have the ideas, I have the opinion and they don't know what to do with their lives Just like wacky kids looking for a hard love Talking about girls waiting, for a hug I thing that something still lacking but it seems not to be, I need no enemy my brain and my nerves are contracting I need your eyes to see what's inside of me.