We sleep at morning and we live at night. - We dance, we kiss, we sing, we drink. We live as much as we can.- We FEEL as much as we can. We try to confuse these feelings with love. But they aren't. And we know it. But we still pretend they are. - We wanna feel, feel... Until it's gone. Until we can't feel a thing. Until we're broken. Until we're lost. Until we've got nothing and no one. We're alone.- We give everyone our best forced smile, but we're about to start crying in every moment. We need love, we need love, we think. And we look for it. And we look for it desperately. We look for it in parties, in one night stands. We confuse love with desire. - We listen to romantic songs actually talking about a single passionate night. We want to be unique but we sell our heart at the price of a drink. Or some vodka shots maybe.- We laugh, yes we do, and so loud, as it made our fears disappear for a moment.- Youth is wasted on the young. "And we talk about our future plans." We want to live for ever, we have a huge horizon above us, we want to fly but we're cutting ourselves our wings.- We're a bunch of losers. We are dying, and we're more and more dead every time we "live", we jump, we keep losing ourselves trying to find someone. Needing someone. Something. Somewhere. Needing true love. Needing the truth.- A truth that'll never appear at a hangover morning at 6am.
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