Beneath these wars inside and out. Above all these lust and selfish desires.
You are in between these chaos
Staying untouched, staying pure.
You're like a balloon in the middle of a hurricane -- or maybe a wild fire. You keep my childishness in tacked. You put my childhood in my pocket to remind me that I was once a little angel. You taught me that I am not as nasty as I think -- that I can go back in being innocent everytime I want.
Remember when I refused going to playgrounds? That's because it's too impeccable, too purified, too fine, too flawless for me -- a living sin. But you reminded me that no one is too evil for swings and seesaws.
As much as I want to stay in to the light, I can't. I just can't take not to think of myself. I need to fulfill my needs - my selfish needs. You told me everyone have their own good, but I am hellbound. I will surely enjoy your naiveness but I will always go back where I belong.
When I say I enjoy being with you, I didn't mean I love you. I don't want to stain your pureness. You're too precious for me. I can't stand your light. You're too good -- too bright.
I really appreciated it when you remind me of my childhood. When I was innocent. But I didn't regret living like this. The world is not beautiful as we thought when we were a child, I need to be strong even if it means being cruel if I want to survive. I need to play -- I want to play with the devils.
I like your company, you are so special to me but I am not meant to be tamed. I am created strong enough to play on the wild side. You can label me bad names, I'll accept it because I am.