What's the point in being young?
So meaningless, without you I'm no good
With my big dead eyes, lost in your buzz
I realize that you're the only one.
Oh what would I do without you?
You're scared to win, scared to lose
I've heard the war was over if you really choose
The one in and around you
You hate the heat, you got the blues
CHANGING LIKE THE WEATHER, that's so like you.
Confesión:
Suelo evitar las relaciones.
Tengo tanto miedo de ellas como de mí mismo.
Tanto de que me fallen, como de fallarles.
Cómo podría entonces creer en el amor,
Si puedo perder por ambos lados.