Pure

I, I used to be so sure.

I, I used to be so pure.

I cannot explain,

I get lost in the pain.

In the meaning there’s a mystery,

That’s hidden and locked;

That’s the paradox,

You’ll never know until it’s too late.

I, I‘ve seen it all before,

I, I wanted so much more.

The things I was sure,

Were perfect and pure;

Were nothing more than fantasy.

So hidden inside,

Something so unkind.

You’ll never know until it’s too late.

I am going to the open sea, and I’m going to say goodbye to me.

I am going to the open sea, and I’m going to say goodbye to me.

I am going to the open sea, and I’m going to say goodbye to me.

I am going to the open sea, and I’m going to say goodbye to me.