I want to fly away, farther than anyone,
quicker than a bullet, in the bright summer sun,
but they keep me down to Earth,
hidden by the atmosphere,
why i can't i fly away with them,
away with my dear,
I keep holding on to a person who is gone,
i keep trying to rekindle what is forever gone,
but if i try then maybe they will come back to me
possibly, only maybe, they will love me