Where do you go when you die,
Do you turn into a bird,
Will I be able to fly.
What's the deal Can god really feel what I feel,
Is life even real,
It's so blue up there And were able to breathe all this air.
What's makes us Special What's makes us Tick,
Will we all turn out to be an evil old prick,
Just thinking of this makes me sick.
Now I know why the sky is blue,
It's means I'll be sad forever and so will you.