lonely nights with nothing really won,
with nothing really clear,
with nothing really chosen.
and there's too much to think, too much to do,
and while keep on dreaming by having everything on,
sometimes fate can crash away everything you could ever dream on, to.

i'd better think he chooses paths with wisdom,
leading through the most joyful discoveries,
and the most useful knowledge you will ever need.
but while waiting to see that path,
i may look a bit of lost and desperate,
but i am really ok,
i just close my eyes and make a fucking good strogonoff,
while listening to pitty songs talking about useless stuff.

i just don't want to be alone, anymore.

just passed away a good change by cheating innocence,
but somehow i found it was the better choice,
somehow i found i'll be better this only way.

i wanna find beauty inside your hopeless eyes,
i must find beauty at your broken smile,
i need to find beauty on your lonely whisper,
i got to find beauty inside you,
i just want you.

richard ~ 19-FEV-2007.