Cherries are blue on the wildest of days
The longing to be something more than the present
In the background, the old cassette tape plays

I create the life I live, it is all not a lie

Found on the beach at dusk she lays
The wind carries her and she is omnipresent
Never to be found with the strays

I create the life I live, it is all not a lie

This feeling has held its ways
Nothing left in her glass but discontent
She must find her keys and set off in the grays

For I create the life I live, it is all not a lie.

– Alekhya