It's like a cocoon. I'm protected in this barrier, I'm secure.
It's warm and I'm rested, I don't want to get out.
Constant thuds against my ear, they're relaxing, relieving.
Eyes shut for the imagination, I embellish in myself.
Outside this cocoon, reality is different, less peaceful.
Don't want to open my eyes; don't want to see what is true.
Perfection describes my feelings inside, flawless and ideal.
It fades away when its time to move on, time to step out.
You unwrap your arms from me, away goes your heartbeat.
I am secure no more, reality has begun.
Your passionate and enthusiastic nature has dispersed.
I am left with little but a memory, will it be enough?