We lied to our parents
For they'd never understand
What we really are
For I can never die
No matter how much I try
And he can fly
Up into the sky
And he'd take me away
Away with him
Into a life of freedom
Where he can live a life
With me as his wife
And there isn't a knife
Stuck in us
Where we are stuck
With no luck
Of living normally
And forced to dress so formally
With fake smiles
And where I wear a purse from crocodiles
But some time next May
We will be free for one day
To fly away
Onto an empty bay
All day
And stay
To just play
Or perhaps we'd just spray
On the white sand
And I'll just hold his hand
If only that day was now
Only in a world like this, how?
-Apple
