It hurt.
When I was a teen
all I wished for was to turn into a bird and flee
Far away, far above
Away from all the things I know
I know i'm bitter, there is no hiding
Please give me some guiding
But if I was flying..!
I could never grow.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
It hurt.
When I was a teen
all I wished for was to turn into a bird and flee
Far away, far above
Away from all the things I know
I know i'm bitter, there is no hiding
Please give me some guiding
But if I was flying..!
I could never grow.
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