Trapped in this metal cage.

Across these metal bars,
imagine what the world could behold.
All she has to talk to are these never ending stars,
and luckily for her they'll never grow old.

She sits in solitude painting on the canvas,
and for me she uses beads making a ring.
Everyday she'll fake a smile so they won't come to know of her sadness.
But I know, and I want her to use her wings.

Piles and piles of papers on the desk,
with a single teardrop on her folder.
And all she ever wanted was a friend she could call her best,
and someone to love her and tightly hold her.

Locked up in a house she cries,
and never do they hear her wails.
And how can she live if she's always believing her lies?
Trying to believe she's happy but she always fails.

Flap your wings and flap them hard,
I'm sure you'll fly away.
But no matter how hard she tries,
it's just a waste of a day.

This is your childhood your youth,
and I can't watch you wash it down the drain.
And all you're supposed to do is work work work,
Believe me, I can feel your pain.

Like a wingless angel caught amongst boredom,
like an amateur actor lost on the stage.
Confused and scared she tries to fly for freedom,
but her wings are chained as she sits trapped in this metal cage.