when we think about the past
we think of it through younger eyes
and when we remember today
it'll be whatever the children say

when we think of paradise
we only think of what it's like
and sell our values for a lie
nothing left except my secret life

when we dream we paint the sky
and all we have is a slow goodbye
to hurt our loved ones when we die
to hurt our loved ones til they cry

when we talk we paint a line
of what we'd do in another time
to come across a lot of cash
nothing left except my secret life

be young, be young
don't listen to my advise
be old, be whatever
do whatever you like

such an easy life, it's such an easy life

MY SECRET LIFE