I wish i was a bird, so i could fly.
So i could fly away, leave everything behind.
So i could look down at the problems and the pain.
Because it's killing me, it's driving me insane.
But i am not a bird, so i have to deal with it.
Wake up every morning, die a little bit.
Just waiting for the moment, that it's gonna be too much.
Just waiting for the person, who gives the final touch.
