I want it back.
I won't lie to you.
I can't hide from you.
Those eyes of yours, they bound me so-
They bound me with strings and tight, painful ropes.
Constricted, restricted, and still wondering why-
Is it because I told you I wanted to look at the sky?
Is it because my human pride
Couldn't bear for me to live inside
This world of yours that was built with lies-
Where the only stars were the glint in your eyes-
Or the sparkles from my tears?
A caged bird I am, longing to be free
Wanting, oh, so desperately
My very own nest that's high up in a tree
Away from your controlling captivity
A place where I'd spread my wings
A place where I'd let all my worries and pains pass me by,
A place where I'd fly so high, that I'd never descend-
And I'd never think of making amends.
For who would apologize to the one who'd wronged them?
With my freedom, I'd treasure it-
And never let anyone take it away.
But feather by feather, day by day,
I felt my superficial freedom fade
Like Icarus' pair of wings that day.
Though Icarus laughed as he fell,
I fell back into Hell.
Bound once more by your steely eyes-
Wrapped in chains from my neck to my thighs
My back, it aches, and the skin's all tore-
Such is a fitting punishment for those who yearn for more.
Yet even if I were to lose my eyes,
I'd never forget what that sense of freedom was like
For the rest of my pathetic, trapped, and isolated life.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 7:24 AM UTC
I want it back.
I won't lie to you.
I can't hide from you.
Those eyes of yours, they bound me so-
They bound me with strings and tight, painful ropes.
Constricted, restricted, and still wondering why-
Is it because I told you I wanted to look at the sky?
Is it because my human pride
Couldn't bear for me to live inside
This world of yours that was built with lies-
Where the only stars were the glint in your eyes-
Or the sparkles from my tears?
A caged bird I am, longing to be free
Wanting, oh, so desperately
My very own nest that's high up in a tree
Away from your controlling captivity
A place where I'd spread my wings
A place where I'd let all my worries and pains pass me by,
A place where I'd fly so high, that I'd never descend-
And I'd never think of making amends.
For who would apologize to the one who'd wronged them?
With my freedom, I'd treasure it-
And never let anyone take it away.
But feather by feather, day by day,
I felt my superficial freedom fade
Like Icarus' pair of wings that day.
Though Icarus laughed as he fell,
I fell back into Hell.
Bound once more by your steely eyes-
Wrapped in chains from my neck to my thighs
My back, it aches, and the skin's all tore-
Such is a fitting punishment for those who yearn for more.
Yet even if I were to lose my eyes,
I'd never forget what that sense of freedom was like
For the rest of my pathetic, trapped, and isolated life.
