Nov 2017
I was born with wings
And you were jealous
So I let you pick all my feathers off
So we could be the same
But here I am, stuck on the ground
And you took my feathers, flew off, and skipped town
And you were jealous
So I let you pick all my feathers off
So we could be the same
But here I am, stuck on the ground
And you took my feathers, flew off, and skipped town
