All my life

All my life, all this wasted time,

I try to pick up the best that I left behind.

Oh give me the cold ice, oh give me the hot fire,

We need to have some colour in our life.

Give me lies, give me life,

Oh, give me a voice to speak.

Why do we try to figure out this

What life could be to all that remain?

I just want to know how to deal with this

The sole purpose of life

I wish I spoke,

Spoke, to the deed of life.

Coz we can spend our life inside a black and white world.

That old romance is dead and gone.

All my life, all this wasted time,

I try to pick up the best that I left behind.