The sky is full of red balloons.

I put my heart in a red balloon,
But I let it go too soon.
Let it go on the boulevard,
Where wicked winds blow so hard.

Maybe if I looked up I would have seen that,
The sky is full of red balloons
Red balloons are full of broken hearts.
Broken hearts are floating by a chance
will they burst or drift into arms?

I put my eyes in a red balloon
to watch you with the light of the moon,
but seeing you holding hands
with another girl and making plans
Well I just had to set you free
and finally see that

Maybe if I looked up I would have seen that,
The sky is full of red balloons
Red balloons are full of broken hearts.
Broken hearts are floating by a chance
will they burst or drift into arms?

Because I'm not normal and dont have any form of photo identification I cant go with Becca to Newcastle. Unlike most seventeen year olds, I dont have a citizenship card nor a passport. Monday night Benjamin, my eight year old nephew, slept over. Yesterday I took him to the cinema to see Shrek, along with Becca and her nephew Ollie, and then bought him back home. Around 11pm last night, he starts crying. He ended up going home because "He missed his family." Before Christopher took him home, he came down with some foam balls I had bought and was all "Can I take these home?"

Kids are so demanding. As is life.