I see chemtrails in the sky, but I don't see the plane I know that I feel it, but I don't know the name I play with my food and then I throw it away It's so hard to believe I have to grow up this way I moved out and I made some new friends Sometimes when I shout, it feels like no one hears it And there are some days when I think that, somewhere, you're watching As I grow up without you I miss it, I miss you
Lizzy McAlpine, “Chemtrails”












