Like a brightly colored bird She's flaunting her feathers In futile attempts trying to make herself feel better Luring them in So gentle and soft While the fallen look on And I can't help but scoff Another victim to the bird Who pecks away at their lives Yet they can't see through All her truths and the lies No sanity in the cycle Just more victims and tears I've grown numb to these actions Which have repeated through the years At one moment their everything They seem to get lost But by the end they sit silently Weighing up the cost And cry to me they will And comfort them I say Its not the first time this has happened, don't worry you'll be okay And she sings and she sings Lulling all around Fake or reality? All I hear is noise filled sound As I've grown tired of the songs That this bird seems to squark Oh pardon me, I mean sings You see an elegant beauty dancing I see a headless chicken prancing And with all the damaged its caused I think its about time we had some chicken soup.