I lay on the grass,
weightless without much mass...

These green pigs stole from us,
our baby birds in their golden eggs...

I miss you more than you know,
you were always there you helped me grow...

I constantly use music as my tool,
my tool against life when its cruel...

Trying to sleep,
Not making a peep...

I finally have figured myself out,
Why I scream and shout...

Run away,
no need to stay...