90 Balloons - EMÆL

At peace with my tattered mind

I thought it would hurt more

This second time

I’m floating, with nothing to hold me

All of my friends leave me in the sky

So easy fly away from

You bleed from your family

I hope that you’re happy with judging eyes on

Your face, perfect in all ways

If only you’d know this we’d be okay

Flying up with 90 balloons