I'm kind of like a helium balloon.
Let me go free and I will fly high in the sky,
but eventually I grow tired and float back down.
Right back into R  E  A  L  I  T  Y.

If I wrote you a letter
and buried it in my yard
would you know where to look
if I died from these scars?

You see, the thing is,
I want you to know exactly
how I feel, but you don't want to know
that this feeling is real.

You leave me here clinging
onto all this false hope,
praying that one day you
may realize why I'm still afloat.

I'm waiting for this moment
with every last inch of my being,
my love, if you would please just
come around to believing.

So I'll leave you this letter,
in hopes that you'll find it,
under the flowers, covered in soil,
right next to where I'm dying.

The effect your sadness
has on me is unbelievable.
The fact that I cannot fully express
my concern to you is heart wrenching.

'I cannot have you crying those tears,
for your eyes are too full of soul to let it
drip out and escape from you so easily. I will kiss
your eyelids before I let one more tear fall from them.'

This sadness of yours takes over me too,
when you weep, my love, I cry for you, I do.

*'You deserve the world, my dear,
you deserve the whole night sky.
The galaxies are yours, my love,
so please forget to cry.'