  When you took that brush and painted There were no colors at all Everything in you was black and white Because you’ve fallen in your trap. You don’t believe in reality Because you love hearing those lies When he told you that he loved you Those lies are in your veins You love hearing fantasies Never grow out of your childhood.
Forever are those imaginary games I guess for you it is never too old. So when will the time come Before you spill your soul on him When will the time come Before you begin to feel these lies. I want to tell you that this is not real The life you lead is just a fairy tale But what is it to you? You’d just think it were more lies. 
