A small fire is burning in the hall I can see my image on the flame Shadowy in detail I see my face never so young before What I see in that face is love, happiness I seem so glad But what I really feel is pain Because this image is so fake
I know that's bad, I know that's sad But these were things I never had Were those Things Imaginary? These were things I never had Things imaginary
Everybody used to say, They felt these things by doing nothing Only thing I have to say I lost these things by doing nothing
I know that's bad, I know that's sad But these were things I never had Were those Things Imaginary? These were things I never had Things imaginary
Everyone had a home I was the one who felt so lone Everybody used to play In lovely places where I couldn't stay
