Clouds in the sky
I just want to die
Hair in my eyes
Does everybody lie
Music in the air
People like to stare
Look at the funny glare
It's too much to bear
Birds in flight
It's quite a sight
My pants feel tight
You want to fly a kite
Air outside
I need a guide
Somebody lied
My bird just died
Wind is blowing
Strings are bowing
Mom is sewing
Where am I going
