So I have this story to tell.
This wonderful novel of mine...

My head is up in the clouds
And I don't know how...

A simple swing sits all alone.
It is old and rusty...

The tones of our skin
The colors of our eyes...

Heal the wounds you have created,
Rebuild the bridges you have burned...

My brothers are screaming
My mother is crying...

"The room was spinning
My taste buds were on fire...

I used to have walls to protect my mentality.
I wasn't expecting it...

These words that I've just now written for you,
Are my thoughts and feelings that I suspect are...

One, Two, Three
I'm comin' back so sad and lonely...