Twisted thoughts twining and twirling About women, my downfall I don't know which way to go I dont know which way I can Sometimes I dont think I know anything anymore Sometimes I just want to stop thinking Sometimes I just want to stop I dont know Am I in love with a memory? Am I in love with something that doesnt exist? Am I hopefull for that which will never be again? Am I in love with a memory... But Do I risk a friendship that may be better then the memory? Do I have the nerve? Did I find perfection or have I found perfection? What prize am I? Who cares what I think, what do they think? The puzzle of man, never to be solved But I am patient even tho it consumes me What will be left of me after my waiting But again, what prize am I And so, why should it matter.