The Hills are Alive...with the sounds of Meltdowns!
The cries I have heard...for a thousand years!
The hills feel my head...with the sound of screeching!
My legs want to run away from the sound of your voice,
As you flail on the ground,
My soul wants to get in the car and drive away,
Until I finally. get. peace.
I run to the hills, when my heart is heavy.
I know you will scream, like you screamed before!
My ears will soon bleed...with the sound of meltdowns!
And I'll drink. once. more.
A kid! A red-faced kid!
A juice box in the eye!
I don't know who that is!
I really need to run!
Your whiny mouth closed please!
A way to say. L.A.!
It needs a drop of rum!
That will take us back to D'oh!