There are birds at my window. They want to come in. They want to take me somewhere.
I want to go with them. I do want to go with them so badly. I really do want to leave this place. I will let them take me.
Now, if I could just get this window open. It's been painted shut. Several times over. The birds are just looking at me, waiting. They peck at the glass and the frame work. Looking at me. Cooing and prancing about.
I guess I'll never go with them. I can't get out. I can't get away. I can look at them, and that's all. Why, why, why oh, why can't I go with them.
Look at them. They are the symbols of my freedom. A freedom I can't have, because of a stupid window I can't open. This really sucks. I mean it.
It's not fair. No, it's not fair. Look! The birds are leaving. No, don't go. Not now. Please! Come back! Take me away from here. Please? Take me away! Take me away. Come back, take me away.
