I wander along, listening to the Foo Fighters,
I listen to you,
And wonder what to do to help,
Because probelms arise everyday.
Why can't people be happy?
We're too young, and life's too short to fill it's canvas with complaints.
I want to fly,
But you wiegh me down.
I hear someone tell me I can't.
I worry at night.
I cry due to loniliness, but in the morning, sing my song.
I wander along,
In a sea of confusion.