Im trying to buy costs.
Forget my next thought.
Remember my future actions,
Pick up where i've left off.
So I see this bubble.
Filled with love, and everything involving purity.
Getting into the bubble is impossible,
Trying is obsurdity.
People say my name-
Even though they've never heard of me
Because who I really am has flown away
Im like a bird that speaks.
I just want this bubbles purity.
But my immaturity is constantly hurting me.

How do you touch a bubble without without bursting it?

If I burst my bubble, love gets mixed with all the hating,
In the mix with all the faking
Purity gets put where Satan is.
And if fire wasnt hot, I still would try to play with it
Caged Within
Myself
So it's not possible to start reaching out for help
I can't reach out for anything.
Do I have to go to sleep as I'm trying to live a dream?
The paradox is interesting.
But it doesn't really matter, because nobodys listening.
If your talking about Reality,
Make sure you'll never mention me.