between me and the inexpresible there is a void filled with fevered egos. between me and everything else there is a very thin line that i wouldn�t dare to cross. between me and every other you there is a wall so high that i already know i can not climb. And it hurts so much to know that there is no way i`ll ever stop being me or you`ll stop being you, because we ourselves are what`s keeping us so apart.