Deep in my soul, fertile in sentiment
Gaining control, subdued and hesitant
Thinking of peace for me, hoping my doubts might fade
This is no game, I cannot wait 'til it's much too late
I still believe, I still keep our past alive
Deep in my mind raising continuously,
Just fate might decide: future or history
Claiming to care for you, wondering if love can die
I'm fooling myself, aren't I? Or is it worth it to fight?
I'm faking dreams incessantly
It's built on lies - or justified?