You taught me how to fly
Just to cut my wings off
And when I tried to glide
You put me in the box

Locked me in a cage I couldn’t escape
I thought I could find freadom if I soared away
But you find ways to make me stay

Feathers on the floor, scissors on the drawer
your new technique to keep me around your garden,
to leave me a walking bird.

You seized my all, left me torn
Now, obligated to dwell in your world
I don’t wanna call you mine
But I am yours