Illusions are trying to make things better. 
Write my song till I feel good. 
My confusion is flowing slowly away, 
like a stranger. 
  
Fighting for a place to live. 
I try to see it in a different way. 
Sitting down for the wurst crime, 
that slowly awakes. 
   
Give me a reason for life and me, 
there's so much confusion. 
All I am is what love makes me, 
this is my pride.