Pretty Bubbles

The curtains were closed to empathize your mood
An orange lamp shade in the corner was a colourful move
You felt nervous as the knock on the door made you feel like a boy again
You answer the door and when no one was there you remembered she'd died 20 years ago back then
The world was a place when I was not alone and the silence comes a friend
A plastic green soldier stood on guard to fend
Stripped naked stomach aching all the time I can't comprehend where or when
It's time to take my prescribed drugs or you'll never stop thinking you cannot pretend I'm in a bubble until the end.