Blue eyes looking at blue skies 

Everything is bluer the more she cries 

Her thoughts are, no matter how hard she tries, about how she wants to die 

Not a physical kind but of this frame of mind kind 

When I try to leave, my feet I find I try to bind and 

Her smile is too kind yet so hard to find 

I’m not even sad I’m just kinda mad 

That I did this to myself and never cried for help but 

I know I’m strong and I know that this won’t last long and I know it’s wrong but the more I hold it in the more I fly up 

Into the air I’m gone and this song makes me want a bong and I 

Wanna step out and loose my mind 

But the longer I walk the longer I fight 

And not any time soon am I losing my might