I'm so sorry I said hello again.
It maybe should have stayed a goodbye.
For some reason, I thought I had grown wings and could suddenly fly.
But my wings are broken now.
A tornado infects me; well known for being heartbreaking.
I think I have to be so cold, but I will stay.
Once in a while; I might creep out and play.
It's not your fault, my old Dear.
You are great to be nearby...
I just can't fly.
