Alive, I'm still alive
You think it's easy to hurt me
I'm disappointed but not destroyed
Outside too cold outside
They try to lie to my face
'Cause the truth is a flexible whore
And what you find and what you see
Is like another version of us
And what you see and what you find
Is just a picture of yourself
Time, you feel the time
Time distorts everything
Are you able to learn from the past
And what you find and what you see
Is like another version of us
And what you are and what you feel
You are just a tragedy of yourself
And what you want and what you prefer
Is not as great as you believe
And what you like and what you think
Is a blueprint of shaped thoughts
We are the saddest version of us