I'm falling, I'm falling I'm falling tight, I'm a dreamy, dreamy kite, My parachute has hit the ground and I am left falling down, So I look up at the sky, to try and see what I'll leave behind, But all I see is clouds of school, And all I see is clouds of fools,
Please remember my voice. Please remember my words,
I sing a song I know very well inside my falling head, As long as I am living now, I can still follow my dream somehow, Then I look right up at the sky, just to see what I'll leave behind, And all I see is clouds of hate, They form into the shape of hate.
Please remember my voice. Please remember my words.
I'll hold my head high, until I touch the ground, This word is chilling; well at least I made a sound, The city seemed so beautiful to me, No I know that's because I can't entirely see,