Not every tale tells the truth.

Tell me something I'd love to hear,
a secret, a lie, maybe your deepest fears.

Oh, the things I'd do to you,
if you'd lie with me by my side.
But not every tale is the truth,
so I should just hold on,
and go with the flow.

An illusion of the heart,
a curse for the soul.
These lies can't be told,
and these secrets will be unfold.

Somewhere in de depth of your soul,
your secrets are kept.
Somewhere in the depths of my heart,
I am wrecked.

And I am so weak,
your words can heal me.
But I can only get out of your spell,
if you truly mean it.

Sadly, not every tale tells the truth,
'cause the truth will rip your heart out.
But a heart ripped out feels better,
than a knife you put in my back.

And for now,
I will leave your side.
And I will take it as it is,
because you were my life.

And when we meet again,
make sure you'll have my heart.
because no matter what you tell me,
you can't make it real.