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.