sitting around while a blindfold covers my eyes
you wouldn’t know if you haven’t tried to fly
and it’s a cruel little curse
it makes me weak
because everything i have ever loved
makes me look bleak

and cries for help don’t work, we know that
but how do i stop this brutal attack?
it’s not in my heart, it’s my reality
and i start to wonder, is this how people see me?
it’s suffocating and entrancing at the same time
it’s scary that i know how to fly
but i don’t know how to climb