Been dreaming even before i knew how to talk,
All simple things, as the comfort of family
Or that colorful light upon my crib.
My very own sunshine.
That simplicity never vanished,
I think i ask now less than i did before,
Is just that... Words, came along...
And life became more than smiling and crying over a minute alone.
I never cared less for what i was doing,
Somehow i felt that this wasn't my time,
This wasn't my life, this had nothing to do with dreams.
Life became a lie, and i never trusted myself since then.
I've hidden, words, feelings, everything that was mine
Cause i didn't wanted those in a world of lies,
And i became nothing but a dreamer in daylight,
Making lives of all different kinds.
I can't barely remember which one is now mine,
Or wich dream i had chosen to carry on.
My life became now a pile of broken thoughts,
My dreamy child is now a whisper of his former shout.