We're all just a bunch of balloons in June on a beautiful afternoon
Pulled by a rope but we continue to try and float
Attempting to go up towards the moon
All trying to seek something like a lifeboat
It seems and appears we're all just really lost
My fault are we all just really confused?
Always exhausted but at what real cost?
Continuously bruised but for what use?
We feel lonely because we're the only few.
Yet why are we truly in this cold weather?
It's as a result of the wind that blew.
I thought we weren't ever together?
Guess the whole lot was after the same goal
We're not under control but we are?
Oh! Check it out we've gone through the black hole.