There was a dream, there was a night
There was a light, there was a time
There was a feeling and that was alive.
I suppose to make, I suppose to know
Deep inside there was a life.
I suppose to say, I suppose to cry
I suppose to hope, I suppose to love
But, deep inside there was a lie.
The lie of a dream
The lie of a time
The lie of hope
The lie of a poem
Lie, that I loved,
It was nothing out of something
It was dark, It was my heart
I had to live, I had to lie,
And is that what it's like?
The color of life!