The truth is I don't want to fly
The sky isn't as beautiful as I remember it...
Once so blue
Now so grey
Truth is I want to go my own way
Use my feet and not my broken wings
Truth is im still fighting my demons
They battle me head first
They give me no time to react
Truth is I don't fit in
But that's ok
Truth is I needed help but got tired of asking
Truth is I'm trying to be ok
Trying to fix my ****** up life that I live
So hold my hand and show me that the world is really ok and that it's just the demons talking
Until I get caught up in my own again
But untill then
I don't want to fly