Sometime i wish that i'd have wings so i could fly away
so i wouldn't have to stay in this home of hell for one more day
i'd flap my wings and take my flight that lead me far form you
your killing me slowly and i need to get away i don't know what else to do
i can not do this though cause i do not have wings
but i can still close my eyes and pretend that i have these things
i pretend my life is happy and that i'm loved by all
when really no one knows my name and laughs at me when i fall
i'm very good at pretending to be happy i do it all the time
is it such a bad thing to pretend am i commiting a horrid crime?
i really don't care if i am because this is the only thing keeping me sane
i can't stand the constant suffering any longer nor all of this unimagineable pain
i closed my eyes tonight so i didn't have to stay
i didn't want to fight i'd like it better this way
i flaped my wings and flu i could finally fly
i steped off of that building just so i could die
