If I was a bird I'd fly away
Maybe then I'd be out of your way
Maybe I wouldn't be such a pain
Maybe I wouldn't have
This unforgiving stab wound
If I was a bird I'd be free in the sky
In the beautiful blue painting
With the wind in my feathers
Where the fluffy white clouds
Were my only companion
If I were a bird I'd fly high above the buildings
I'd chirp a sweet song
I'd land so gracefully
But I am not a bird
I am stuck on the ground
Surrounded by these vultures
That I once thought were so sweet
I never even knew
That they'd be eating me alive
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Dreams
PoetryDo you dream about it do you want it so bad do you think about it does it make your heart scream does it make you cry do you want it to die do you dream about it do you even know what it is yet
