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
I'm about to hit the ground