Why blame the bird?
I wish I were a bird, I could fly when things got rough.
But I can run, can’t I? But I do not.
My words cage me.
My life is a prison to my soul.
I do absolutely nothing.
I can’t fly.
I don’t run.
I wish I were a bird, I could fly when things got rough.
But I can run, can’t I? But I do not.
My words cage me.
My life is a prison to my soul.
I do absolutely nothing.
I can’t fly.
I don’t run.
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