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i wish i could find the design that could make up my mind
how many lungs does it take before we run out of time?
caged birds make me believe that there was a chance to starve
but the time is now
to make the difference that could change the world
but what if the world wont change for me?
where am i suppose to find the secret that life has to offer me
i switched up my life as i cut out my own eyes
i thought that nothing else mattered
i can make my own bets but the odds are against me
i walk around like nothing exists to me
as im walking over the minds of other people
i stare into the mirror as a last design
i see my face change through the sands of time
and i understand
that the younger get older and the older get younger
but i dont exist to myself
whats right and whats wrong?
im sick of finding the answers the dont belong
asking questions that have lost their meaning
why do i feel this way?
why has love hated me?
remembering my days as my troubles wont flee me
as the caged birds are set free
only to hover above me
the only slave to society
the only slave to myself
what seemed free becomes a cage
i drown in my sorrow
and i cry in my skin
nothing seems to water me back to life
and the thought that fails to escape
the world is the only place that can help me travel through space
but i destroyed it
no ground to walk on no more
no birds to fly on no more
no thoughts
no laughter
no love.
just the pain
the sorrow
and the ever after.
i hear white birds singing in the morning light
i hear dark birds moaning in the darkness of the night.