the bird who couldn't sing

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my heart is a stone, and it can't be fixed
don't think I can change it
but/guess that's what they say when you say you're a Taurus
if this was a boat, you'd never go backward only know forward
one direction, only one minded stable ground, keep clear your surroundings, or your horns 'll get stuck, filled up with all the bad sounds

but it's hard to keep up with a head strong heart
I can tug, and I push, it gets dug, and i stop
but a bull don't seem to know how to lay down, down, down an die off
no i know i no i let go but it all won't fold
let me down but didn't do it nicely
never mentioned but you froze me
half to death now scared to death i was scarred and bled
maybe If you were half as good devotion as you are at speaking potions maybe just, could have some trust not turn to rust like the rest but now I need rest pause the words in my chest
stockpile of secrets you uncrumbled the paper and read em
I never wrote em for you to steal but what do I expect
yea what do I expect? who do I respect?
cause it don't seem to be me anymore
I don't even see me anymore bird in a cage never fly away blindfold eyes are shot
hard to feel sober, so over, so deep on emotion underwater in an ocean and your potion will not save
only forced me in a dream when I was half awake
but I woke up out of bed now I see it for myself
I, i was myself minus myself
false cupid I was stupid
only added up to you fallin for false truth
lieing to myself, i couldn't get used to this, shouldn't try doing this
no warning label, wish someone told me
life could knock out twice it's size
and I'm not excluded for being small
wish someone told me, life could make you smaller
and make you afraid of things you loved
make you hate the things you once thought so small
don't lie to yourself, if it hurts it mother fin hurts
plus there's thorns and nobody warned you
but too late you could use a hundred bandaid
and it still wouldn't be enough
there's no ease for the pricks in the heart
only sticks and stones that say they won't break your bones
but you know
someone always waits to throw the first
hating for no reason but waiting for the season to ripen to be aloud in just for hurtin , just for teasin all for pleasure but never, enough