Why is the sky falling?
Why are we looking at empty loves?
Why do we cry when we hear his voice calling?
Why am I sunk fighting with my heart to shoves?
That's because we are smiling while lying.

When will we be able to fulfil our wish?
When will you stop being unpolite and selfish?
When are we supposed to be ourselves?
When am I will be out to you step by step?
The day you start hurting me again.

We are flying through blue fire,
make me cry again, please, is my desire.
You string my heart with a burning spire.
You're helping me to be a perfect lier.
Will you someday pretend to be a lily?

Questions and doubts we are paying,
people disappearing and staying,
melancholic songs are at night playing,
and I am here writing about someone who never exists before.