• I walk, and talk, but no one hears
    its almost if they dont have ears,
    I sing and dance and jump around,
    but all they do is look at the ground.

    All I want is someone to notice me,
    watch me buzz around like a bee,
    I should just spread my wings and fly,
    but I don't want to say goodbye.

    Its wintertime, and it is cold,
    I would go somewhere warm, but I'm not bold,
    so I stay here by this tree,
    and let sweet dreams wash over me.

    I open my eyes and see white,
    so I look around in fright,
    I see clouds, and a Gate,
    and I think, 'So this was my Fate'.