There's a girl alone in her bedroom
Playing with the air
In the shadows of the moon
Although no one's there.

Playing with her imagination
Afraid they might burst
Her bubble of protection
Keeping her from trust.

She doesn't share treasures
Nor secrets as well
Nothing brings her greater pleasure
Than playing with herself.

Her universe is huge, more than the whole earth
But tell me darling, will it be like this until death?

Because girl, what might become of you,
Without dreams to follow?
What might help you stay at peace,
When you're drowning in sorrow?
**What might bring you back to love
When they burst your bubble?