Along the way I lost sight of mine, telling myself its not what it seems
Delusional I was to give in that much, when I dont even have much weight
Believing in the illusion I made of me being on the narrow and straight
Its an orbitting force that circulates and something eventually has to give
but it wont be me, thats for sure, thats not how i plan to live.
You cant cage a bird and be mad it wont fly, what are you asking?
Im a free spirit, fallen, and self assured and I dont know me but im different.
So dont tie my wings up and look at me with pity, blaming me for not fighting back.
I build in silence, I fly alone, and trust in another soul, i never had.