I need to free the bird
its sweet song went unheard
it tried to sing the melody
now it can't wait for you to leave.
And it'll fly fly away,
might live life someday.
It'll lift me by my heart's strings
carry me while it sings, and swings those wings
with the rythm of reality,
the feeling of fatality.
So break, off
let the bags go drop
and don't bother worrying
about if it'll suddenly stop.
Because balloons all pop
and all diamonds cost a lot.
Some things just won't ever change
so don't get too hot.
But the bird's one word
it got stuck in my head
it said, "if you think bitter, makes better,
i'll tell you something else instead"
"the only truth in life, is that you're blood bleeds red,
anything more than that was purposefully left unsaid"
And if you believe in that,
you'll learn that life was begat
by the brain 'neath the skull cap
worn to cover whereat,
your dreams are all real.
You don't question how you feel
because this state of mind is inanely ideal.
It's where you'll fly fly away,
might live life someday.
It's where you can create,
and be great,
and be left to narrate,
what you want to happen
so you won't become irate.
But the bird's gone mad
beats it's wings so sad.
Because it never really had
what made it more than glad.
It loved flying on the wind
but the walls caved in.
It's got a song to give
but it got trapped within.
But don't fret, or fear,
For it'll fly fly away,
might live life someday.
I'm sure it wont stay,
And it'll all be ok.