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there's a ball that's in the air somebody threw it tryin to get it gone and I know it's gotta land somewhere and sometime I know it ain't gone forever but I wish it were back in my hand I wish I had my toy back it used to make me so happy.
I wish a lot of things and sometimes the wishing makes it real but this time I cant help but feel - helpless - I aint no sort of gravity and my reach aint close to close enough I keep grasping and straining for a helium balloon that keeps on running away from me as it keeps on rising, keeps ascending to heights I'll never know because I keep on swamping through this
shit it left me. no I know I'm left below I know that I only let it go now the nine year old that laughed is a ninety year old whos time is passed and yearning for the morning I wasn't mourning for the yearning I can never feel again because it's helium and I'm left scouring this earth and dredging though this
shit i used to look down on and wonder how anyone could fall to depths so low and sorrow was a thing I'd never know cause my face was in the clouds and clowning on reality, my whimsy was a fallacy and also was my crutch and now I'm a blind and limp cripple with nothing to support me cuz my timeless nine year old kicked the ground right out from under now I sit alone and wonder how I got myself into all this
shit.
and i used to dream I'd make it past dreaming someday and step through the veil. now I sob and cant help but wail to my ball, my red balloon,
I hope I can see you again and soon
You used to make me so happy
I'm sure you always will.
I wish a lot of things and sometimes the wishing makes it real but this time I cant help but feel - helpless - I aint no sort of gravity and my reach aint close to close enough I keep grasping and straining for a helium balloon that keeps on running away from me as it keeps on rising, keeps ascending to heights I'll never know because I keep on swamping through this
shit it left me. no I know I'm left below I know that I only let it go now the nine year old that laughed is a ninety year old whos time is passed and yearning for the morning I wasn't mourning for the yearning I can never feel again because it's helium and I'm left scouring this earth and dredging though this
shit i used to look down on and wonder how anyone could fall to depths so low and sorrow was a thing I'd never know cause my face was in the clouds and clowning on reality, my whimsy was a fallacy and also was my crutch and now I'm a blind and limp cripple with nothing to support me cuz my timeless nine year old kicked the ground right out from under now I sit alone and wonder how I got myself into all this
shit.
and i used to dream I'd make it past dreaming someday and step through the veil. now I sob and cant help but wail to my ball, my red balloon,
I hope I can see you again and soon
You used to make me so happy
I'm sure you always will.