Take my wings, you need them yourself
Cause I can't feel like I need help
I'm an unwritten book on the shelf
I don't believe in myself
I gave birth to the most horrible nightmares
when there was no one to hold my hand
They said a wound repairs
Makes you see the sun in dark land
I'm the book that was never written
All my stories are hidden
If you throw me down
Blank pages will be teared out
Now the sun I should have seen
Leaves without the yellowish tint
it used to burn on me.
Then why should I be?
