I'm falling, I'm falling I'm falling tight, 
I'm a dreamy, dreamy kite, 
My parachute has hit the ground and I am left falling down, 
So I look up at the sky, to try and see what I'll leave behind, 
But all I see is clouds of school, 
And all I see is clouds of fools, 

Please remember my voice.
Please remember my words, 

I sing a song I know very well inside my falling head, 
As long as I am living now, I can still follow my dream somehow, 
Then I look right up at the sky, just to see what I'll leave behind, 
And all I see is clouds of hate, 
They form into the shape of hate.

Please remember my voice.
Please remember my words.

I'll hold my head high, until I touch the ground, 
This word is chilling; well at least I made a sound, 
The city seemed so beautiful to me, 
No I know that's because I can't entirely see, 

I'm about to hit the ground