She was the girl
With her head stuck in the bird cage
She was the girl
Who watched others fly as she stayed on the ground
She was trapped inside her fear
She didn’t know
She couldn’t see
That there were people
Willing to get the key
There were people
Willing to give her wings
She was the girl
That never spoke a word
She was the girl
Who kept her feelings inside
She didn’t know
She couldn’t see
That there were people
Willing to let her scream
There were people
Willing to open her heart and mind
But
She was the girl
Who just wanted to be

Is there a possibility
I could fall
from this darkness taking us away

Is there a possibility
I could break
from these chains called expectations

Preparing for war against myself
ropes called depression
tying me down

Is there a possibility
for anti gravity, it seems so real to me
go over walls called anxiety

Is there a possibility
to escape from reality
to fly away from this world

Preparing for war against myself
ropes called depression
sinking in

Is there a possibility,
a light shinning through the mist
'cuz I think there is

I played the game of a perfect life
No corruption
No hate
No worries
No fear
No judgment
A world full of kings and queens
We were free
We couldn’t see it but
We all wore chains
We were all running from the darkness in our life
Pretending it wasn’t there because it wasn’t what we wanted to see
As the cracks in the walls grew,
The prettier you were
The smarter you were
The kinder you were
The better you were
But although sadness grew through the air,
The knowledge of imperfection was the death of us
But the chains grew weak
And the cracks were closing up
We started noticing the shadows
The glow of imperfections
The light of flaws
And the beauty of it