I'm the bird that can't fly I'm the cat that can't bite I'm the dog that can't bark I'm the fish that can't swim I'm trapped in a cage people made I'm drowned in the middle of invisible ocean I'm bounded with thousands fear I'm tormented Yet, Once the cage was open Once i felt the wind passed through the door You were afraid of me
As melancholic as a person can be, Am full of lies. Strangled by the Idea of the person that I thought was me. A melancholic lady. Or am I? Am I not blue enough? Maybe. Pain and grieving of one's should be embraced, giving the happiness and joy their value in one's story. What is sadness? It's in our head. It's in our head. It's in our head. It's in our soul. We lied to ourselves too many times we believed in those lies. What is 'Okay' anyway?
Questions were asked By a stranger whose name you've known for a brief moment. Not in a formal way 'how are you doing?' 'how's your life?' 'how does it feel... To be cheated with, cheated on?' Answers were never given None For those questions were never meant to be answered, formally Painful, they said We all knew, he never really cared Lies will always be his middle name, if he had one Until today, later, and so on That's why I left, and so should you. 'what if he has changed?' For the better Hopefully Not so suddenly.
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