I always thought that I was living inside a book
Sometimes, well, actually most of the times
I felt that what happenned before my very eyes
Was nothing more than an illusion driven by my mood

I guess it started the day I realized I was alone
They would tell me: 'Everything is going to be fine'
They didn't know I was never going to believe their lies
How could I? They were such an empty amount of words

Will the day come? Yes, that day I'm talking about
The one when we leave all the onus behind
And feel ourselves reborn and routed into a new light
Or maybe that day will be as unreal as the ones we have now

Little did we know that the moment we got caught
In the knots of pain and fear
These will become endless tears
Tears, the words of our inocent hearts begging us to hold on