Tell me, my friend.
Have you ever looked at a caged bird?
They're quite like us,
Even though it sounds rather absurd.

The small bird is restricted,
Behind cold metel bars,
The same way that our ribs and skin,
Cage away our heart.

Maybe if you ponder the this theory
For a little bit longer,
The points of similarity
Begin to grow stronger.

Maybe you never take a chance,
Because you're terrified to fall,
If that is the case, My Dear,
Then fear would cage us all.

Maybe you're lover didn't love you back,
Or they could have cheated and lied.
You can act as tough as you want,
But you're heart is dying inside.

It's easier to hide in fear,
And pretend like things don't matter.
Because then you don't have to risk
Your heart getting shattered.

And even the most beautiful,
Or the ones with brilliant minds,
Don't always see what they are,
Because of the caged little bird **inside.