A Poor Little Songbird
I think about you so often it drives me insane
With every word the wind whispers I hear it speak your name
Oh god I need answers as to why I feel such immense pain
You say this is only the beginning
That it’s nothing but a game
What’s with the perpetual lies
The guilt and the shame
For once just answer me
Answer me now I say
My soul wounded due to the struggles of breaking free from these ghastly chains
And now I find myself tethered to almost the exact same place again and again
Forever unfortunate and lost as always
As my demise draws near day by day
In my iron cradle I lay
As I still remain
A poor little songbird trapped in a cage
