Where are we going?
The light no longer graces my foggy sight.
The little bird told me
A flight worth taking will sometimes take your life.
Now that you've sold me
for cheap desire and childish delight,
nobody knows me,
the same old circles circling my life.
Wasting my time.
Though, time was never mine.
Don't run,
you're already one step ahead of me,
and I cannot move.
Time is unfolding,
her inspiration fell like a dying star.
The little bird told me
the sight was nothing short of beautiful.
Now that you've sold me for next to nothing,
i'm swallowing the blade of my pride.
You cut me wide open,
took me apart and built a better life.
I'm ready to divide.
Pick up the pieces and vanish tonight.
Don't hide,
you're already practically invisible.
At least to me.
Do tell your secrets,
and I'll politely stand behind them.
And I wish for something better.
Don't you wish for anything at all?
Do tell your secrets,
as I won't blindly stand and fight for them.
While I wish for something better,
don't you wish for anything at all?
Anything at all?