its 1:15 am and the trace of your face is still in my head, I cant help it I just cant ... why do we need to be someone "person" ... I don´t want to depend on some infatuation all the time ... in something that disappears when you look at other human being ... I thought that you could love me because I was safer when you were near but I’m everybody fool in this narcoleptic world… without tracks and without air ... I look put my window and I see you mother moon talking to me , giving me air , giving me serenity for my thoughts of this ridiculous obsession with love ... I cant longer think this I have to move on I have to be strong and believe in myself ... us humans are always looking for our second half , but we don´t realize that ... that second half is inside us ... its 1:25 am and the thought of you is gone I can breath once more and all I see is a night sky with smooth air and a cigarette next to me listening to music for the soul and mind.