Prison in my own so called home,
wings clipped.
Fighting to breath, no way out.
Trying to scream, no one to hear.
Only if you could understand me now.
No will to try any more,
just going to die.
Trying to climb to my dreams, no foot hold to.
No way to climb, no way to fly.
Just going to die.
I'm falling toward the bottom,
once I hit rock bottom I'll never say
"I hit rock bottom."
because the floor will only fall out beneath me.
I'm trying to get out,
but why should I?
You Clipped my wings, caged me suffocated me, never even tried to get to know me, now I'm gone.
What are you going to do now?
