I stare at the wall, the mustard dye,
Think myself in a room
Where all I can do is try.
To escape the fear, the pain the cries
How do I tell my past self
That it was all a lie.

In my dreams comes she,
She ,who was free
She ,who was kind
She, who loved the world
More than her life.

Her touch was gentle
As she brushed my hair
Saying it's fine
Even if it's not fair.

She seemed she wanted to whisper
It was never a lie
She never watched the world with rose coloured eyes
It was me who never understood the price
Of the people who cared who held me high.
Even if they are not here it doesn't matter
What they gave us will never be a lie.