Swing

My feet are on the ground but the air is really thin Head is in the clouds but I'm really small again I want it all to end and this is how I can I wonder if I jump will I ever really land The rope is really strong enough to hold the weight I wish that I could be the thread Because I would never break back and forth I go like a tire on the road The tires hold the car but the tires never owed Eventually, it pops and relieves it from the strain If a bullets really fast is the wind what stops the pain I'm a little hungry now I should probably go home Like I'm on the road again You thought that I was gone