It seems to be it, and I'm alone in the fake, and I'm not alone in the fake.
If this world is too small to be true, a world made of sand, seems far away than you.
It's always the wrong way, this story turned into a lie.
So get your core and try it.
Look at the game I'm playing.
You're never too kind.
After all, there's a chance for the story turned into a lie.
So get your core and try it.
Waiting for hope, babe.
There's no more light in my sky.
It seems to be in my head.
I'm running through your lies.
You're gonna see, do you stay?
Where should I keep my name?
Did I stop you tonight?
Where should I keep my name?
Did I stop you tonight?
I'm running through your lies.
