-CONFUSION-

i can't really say what i wish and expect

what i want or what i am ought to do

i don't have a the slightest idea

about myself in general, i guess

and everytime i cross the street

i talk to myself

i talk to the traffic

hit me, hit me

please

i wanna live, you see

i want to dance and love

run wild, be free

i want to taste heaven

i want to drink hell

but even to feel

seems to be so hard to me

with a heart in smoke and dust

and a soul that's barely breathing

i've never been in love

when i'm comin', they are leaving

the good always go

the pain stays with me

how can i start

when the end's always here