Sometimes I have to fight the urge to just scream out loud.
To stomp my feet and break some things and stand out from the crowd
Sometimes I want to walk outside and stomp in all the puddles
Sometimes I dont know what I want, my world its all a muddle
There are times I wish that I could fly to distant lands,
but not inside a plane you see, I want to just spread out my hands
Imagine, though what you would feel as the wind whips past your face
As clouds slips past like a bubble bath, I wonder how they’d taste
And sometimes I wish that I could find a cozy little cave
Far up in the mountain side, all the roads unpaved
And sometimes I want to lay in bed listening to the rain
Pull the blankets up over my nose and never stir again.