That is the life I live. Or, maybe, just pretend.
Are you, my love, reality or dream?
Whatever comes, each story has an end –
The newborn’s cry becomes a dying scream.

One day you’ll take it all away from me –
My future hopes and all my lifeless past.
The heart will break – and only then I’ll see
That nothing here was ever meant to last.

So what am I? Am I just a belief?
I soar on winds just like an autumn leaf.
Show me the Truth in all the lies I live,
Show me before the gulf will swallow me.