It is
my own mind
that hinders me
from feeling freedom
hit my wings and make me fly.
It is my own tired mind
it is me so beg my blood to flow
Will you sweep up my mess for me?
My broom broke long ago.
It is
my own mind
that hinders me
from feeling freedom
hit my wings and make me fly.
It is my own tired mind
it is me so beg my blood to flow
Will you sweep up my mess for me?
My broom broke long ago.
