One day I'll fly away,
high up in the sky,
and I don't have to say,
Anything, except goodbye.
I don't have to be afraid to fall,
to get hurt or to feel,
I don't have to answer when someone calls,
and I don't have to be real.
Please give me my wings,
and I won't ask for more,
I don't need no strings,
I don't want a war.
I don't want to feel,
I wan't to be numb,
I don't want to see what's real
I want to be dumb.
For everything a reason,
that is what they say,
flowers grow and die every season
Is that the only way?