I Can't Make Titles for S***

Is song lyrics, and i can't make titles.

Staring up at the sky,

She turned to you and screamed:

"I believe in a blue sky,

And all the wonderful things we dream"

 

Gimme a chance!

Just gimme a chance you'll see!

 

Just look at the poor b******s,

Who still want to breath.

Ask them what they want,

They just want to be.

 

Gimme a chance!

(Please sir! Please!)

Just gimme a chance!

(Please sir!)

 

Just let me be.

Last night the scars began to bleed.

I don't want to see you.

Just let me be!

Arrive alone!

Leave alone!

I don't ask for much,

Please just let me be!

 

Last night she died,

Drowned herself in the sea!

The only thing she wanted: to see the blue sky

and love all the things we dream.