You said there was no point,
no point in dreaming, and feeling,
and that it only got me ruined
but that was my way of being.
So I went on running and searching
for something real and pure;
piece by piece my soul was burning
to find here nothing true and sure.
And I guess you were right,
in showing me the world as a whole.
But I still have doubts on my side,
so maybe I haven’t changed at all…