I feel like a caged bird waiting
to be freed. Living in a world
where people are not what they seem.
Not knowing not caring what to do
anymore, just lonely. And all that I have
is a book in my hand. Nothing else I hold
so dear. Just wishing you would be near.
If only for a little bit. If only for a little
while. Then maybe through the thick
clouds. What you might see is my smile.
Hidden behind my true form. Hidden
are my many scars. No one notices but if
they do, they don't say anything. Waiting
for you feels like forever. But you must
know that I can't wait forever. So I live
in my lonely world waiting to be saved.
But it seems that no one is willing to save
me. So ever night I lay in my cage
weeping. How could you...but you don't
answer. How could you? And still you
don't answer. Will I ever have a happy
ending?
