yesterday I built a home for me
trying hard to feel free
I forgot about reality
I finally felt an ecstasy
but why should you even care
it's not like we're friends
but somehow it seems unfair
I still can feel that tense
or is it just madness?
it takes practice not to feel again
my veins are starting to crawl
slowly crashing me inside
hello, there-lovely morning
you're the thing I've sacrificed
and there's no point in denying
that the only birds who survived this winter
will be the ones who'll end up flying
maybe I'm just a bird
or is it just an absurd?
