Just one of those days
only a rut I'm in
that's all my mouth says
there's more underneath my skin.
I can't talk to people
my head won't let me
my body is careful
but my soul longs to be free.
I would fly away
if this shell would let me
I would dance on clouds
but I am not free.
Today I am dead
probably tomorrow too
I want out of this head
I want to be true.
If the world were perfect
people would see
they would respect
the real me.
The person who flies
who has grown wings
not the person that lies
hear this, it rings.
