Those nights when you can't sleep, look up to the sky and yell "Why me?"

We were laying on the top of your car one night when you said
"this is that kind of love people write about in the books".
                          I knew, then, that you didn't understand a thing about love.

Falling stars were falling and sick people were dying and
                                             love was just a fool's paradise.

The other night you asked me to tell you a story,
                    maybe because the darkness was swallowing you
               and fear was consuming your limbs,
 but even tough I could have thought of a million things to say,
            "I don't know any stories" is what came out of my mouth.


TV really did kill my imagination,
             and memory along with,
                                          didn't it?


It's just, nowadays, there's so much going on!
       There's the new Ipad,
                 the prince's wedding,
                       and all those people dying
            from hunger and violence all over the world.
           It gets so hard to keep on,
                and you never really know anything,
                  too many information and too little neutrality,
         well, knowledge is just another weapon.
    Nobody is really safe.


 So I blurt all this to you and, luckily,
         you're not afraid of the dark anymore.
                  Just afraid of the world.