Lately I've realizing that women love the love
And men love women, dammit I'm not 16 anymore!
Our minds where covered by the mist of cynism and narcisism
As long I'm surrouned by women I wake up covered in blue

After of all the desilusion my thoughts are clear
I invented you and you invented me
That's why we didn't get right
And all this time I never loved you
Just the image created... A lie

Nigth after night I sleep with different people
And this really make me feel alive
I just followed my path: lie that I loved many of then
But your heat stells in my bed
A heat that I created, thats not yours!

Whats the distance that separates you from what you say an what you really are?
And what a soul value if you already don't have it?