It's all 'bout the pain
Or so I've read it somewhere

Living is one packaged pain
Waiting to be opened for those ready to face the world

Everyone optimistic 'bout life
Everyone has their own beliefs

Why we cry when we love
Why we die when we live

Immortality is skin deep
Even love itself, pretends to be something profound

My own conviction, still unfounded
Groping in he forested ruins of ignorance

But that's where dignity
remains to be pure

... and love has never been so true