would you shoulder the hurt and fight the demons?
seems to quiet the hell
takes that pain away
except it's only momentarily

why?
why?
because I want to grow some wings
and fly

yet they might be clipped
so what lies above me whatever higher power is out there
sweet power I ask of thee
stop the suffering
put an end to me and give me peace

why?
why?
because I want to grow some wings
and fly

I know all of this is slowly killing my memory
destroying everything
for good reasons maybe
to shield me from the truth

I use what I find from what
every woman man and child has
left behind
to rebuild a heavenly shrine

why?
why?
because I want to grow some wings
and fly

there must be a reason that I still exist
for every slice of the wrist
hanging noose dangling loose waiting
but I'm alive and some day I will be free

if I wasn't meant for anything
then they would have killed me
there must be a reason I still breathe
I'll embrace myself love myself and
Ima do my best to accept reality

why?
why?
because I want to grow some wings
and fly

I'm afraid I don't have the tools to
rebuild a new me
life doesn't always turn out
how it's planned to be

but aside of what's been handed to me
I know I'm the only one who can bring happiness to let it be
I know I'm the only one
who can set me
free...