Maybe I feel like this is the path
but somehow it is not
Maybe they clipped my wings and chopped my limbs
And I grew from there on
What would I do without my source of pain
that gives me joy in the shape of poems

Something's quite wrong with me
but it was also back in time
When I couldn't write a line
when everything would turn a lie
I spent all this life
trying to be myself
and what I find is not always
something I can say

I turned myself upside down
or was it from the start WRONG?
I hear all of your words
They cut right through me like knives to the heart