What are we but blood
and bones and dust
Who are we but broken hearts
and lost souls and flightless birds
Walking around with our cages
strapped to our waist
All they while pretending to be free
and alive
No one daring to look at the reflection
of the pretty bird in the mirror
Because we all know we aint' so pretty anymore
And all we do is let our blood
and bones and dust waste away
As the seconds on our wrist
tick and turn to rust