You are my soulmate,
but I ain't yours.

she likes you
and you make her feel
like you like her too

do you?
or do you just wanna
**** her feelings,
and mine too?

she lives inside a cage,
but he wanted her to fly.

he knows it was deranged,
but she wanted them to try.

they know they couldn't. 
they know they shouldn't.

they both know it was misdemeanor,
they both know they were sinners.

she was a poem,
and you were the poet,
a poet,
who could not read poetry.

You liked me first,
I loved you first.

You liked me,
I loved you.

I used to like being liked,
till I don't,
because I love giving love,
but not receiving it back.

I'm falling.
Not in love,
not out of love.
Just falling.


If you don't understand what this means,
that's what I'm feeling too.
I'm falling.

You pushed her so hard,
to fly as high as she could.
As high as the mountains,
as high as the stars.
You pushed her so hard,
though she can't,
till she fell and broke her wings.
Now, her broken wings
could never fly,
can't even reach the tree,
she always dreamt to be.