Little child, crying for help
looking for safety, searching for love
believing in fairytales, faithful, naïve
the truth is to tell, the lie to believe.
Grown-up adult, too old for sad tears
looking for future, searching for hope
believe in reality turns life into hell
the truth is to hide, the lies are to tell.
I'm not a child, neither an adult
making much progress but still no result
I believe in reality but the truth slowly dies
as I have been so naïve to believe my own lies.