you talk about wanting to be without us
and cut me to pieces like nobody does
i won't be defended by anyone here
i've learned to accept to them nothing is dear
and all of the past likes to conjure itself
to hide in the body of everyone else
i cannot be bothered to know what they'll say
they change with the seasons, they change with the day
so why should i focus on judgmental words
when i can grow wings by the wisdom of birds
admire and watch the whole world from above
and come down when there is a shortage of love
reminded by evil and moved to restore
i lived like you once but cannot anymore