Illusions
Jules Chauvet
Seasons and struggle had me shown
Living free is often living alone
Love, I had to pay the price,
And my grief just shattered my life
There’s so much love and hate that we cannot
Discern our fate
Hell is not much
Next to being alone on earth
What is the use of the love inside of us?
If there’s nobody we can trust
To write our tale
We need to turn the page
I use to think, sadly
That I can save everybody
But life has decided otherwise
Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of our lives
There’s so much love and hate that we cannot
Discern our fate
Hell is not much
Next to being alone on earth
What is the use of the love inside of us?
If there’s nobody we can trust
To write our tale
We need to turn the page
