I fear if I don't spread my wings soon
I'll start plucking my ******* feathers out
I'll go crazy without a doubt
I catch myself staring off into space
Glued to what feels like the same place
Can you see it in my eyes? No?
I guess I've been practicing my lies
Repeat repeat repeat
Is this what my life's meant to be?
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 1:06 AM UTC
I fear if I don't spread my wings soon
I'll start plucking my ******* feathers out
I'll go crazy without a doubt
I catch myself staring off into space
Glued to what feels like the same place
Can you see it in my eyes? No?
I guess I've been practicing my lies
Repeat repeat repeat
Is this what my life's meant to be?
Day to day life can become so mundane, I feel like I'm loosing my mind
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