I'm falling, I'm falling I'm falling tightnI'm a dreamy, dreamy kitenMy parachute has hit the ground and I am left falling downnSo I look up at the sky, to try and see what I'll leave behindnBut all I see is clouds of schoolnAnd all I see is clouds of foolsnnPlease remember my voicenPlease remember my wordsnnI sing a song I know very well inside my falling headnAs long as I am living now, I can still follow my dream somehownThen I look right up at the sky, just to see what I'll leave behindnAnd all I see is clouds of hatenThey form into the shape of hatennPlease remember my voicenPlease remember my wordsnnI'll hold my head high, until I touch the groundnThis word is chilling; well at least I made a soundnThe city seemed so beautiful to menNo I know that's because I can't entirely seennI'm about to hit the ground