Up, up, up

I'm a big balloon

Inflated with helium on the brink of popping

I'm as light as a feather flying high above the ground

Showing no signs of stopping

Up here, so high in the sky

I'm looking down at all the people 

They’re so small down there

And I feel so ought up here

The fact that I was ever that small is unbelievable 

They continue to shrink

As I continue to fly

I don’t think is possible to fly too high

Surrounded by nothing but sky

Is this what it feels like for birds?

As if they are above everyone else?

Like they’re not some porcelain doll left to collect dust on the shelf?

Because thats what human are, aren’t they

Painted on smile

Everything scripted from what they think, act and to what they say

Well, not for me

That life was too restricting

I just had to get away

I was marching ahead

Leaving them behind

I couldn’t wait for them anymore

So I resigned

Now, the only direction is up

And I’m never gonna stop

But, as I fly higher I can no longer see the ground

And somewhere in the distance I hear an alarming, sizzling sound

I'm flying too close to the sun

I think id like to return to the ground now

Thats it, I’ve had my fun

Its too late now there so way to stop

I'm terrified, horrified 

For at this rate

I think I’m gonna

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