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.