Mood High

It isn’t even me, it is just SEPTEMBER.


I’m in a mood high,
and can not afford a cry
Or even a tear from your eye
I feel I want to fly
with you I can touch the sky
I’m afraid one day you leave me, so I die

My friends offered me a pie
they said I can go and have it dry
they insisted and told me to try
I took the pie and I don’t know why

Drive my car too fast suppose not to deny
Arrived to the airport 10 minutes before the plane fly
It was a huge hug, kiss and cry
I couldn’t stop my eye
Finally, I said good luck and bye………

I'll take a shower and wait for my hair to dry
I'll wear a suit, shoes and tie
Go to my room and open the window, wave to September and say GOOD BYE.