Life is on top of me, eating my soul. Whatever happened to all the hope? People come and people go. Why am I unable to just say no?
I am weak in a world of warriors. Feeble mind, broken pieces of truth. All life has done is make me a worrier. All this pain is nothing new.
From the darkness comes a hope. She is light inside a shadow. I run to love with all I know. Still havenβt learned; soon saying βOw!β
Heavy Feather weighing me down under water. Subconsciously I am falling apart. Make me a bird so I can fly back further, Before all of this when I had a heart.
Before I decided to put on the bird suit, I had dignity and a body of my own, But lately all I do is try to soothe, The flesh burned skin-suit I call a home.