rs :)

We're looking for some kind of reason
A reason to exist
A reason to believe and breath

We keep hiding
Our own tragedie
Sometimes masks fall
Sometimes we don't want to see reality

When you looked your smashed face on the mirror of truth
Could you say it was divine?
Can't you see that real life isn't as beautiful as you wish?

So don't give me ilusions
And all this kind of lies and melodies
I need ugly real faces
I can't believe in fairytales.