Your wings are gold. Useless but you know they make you better somehow. But you know that youd trade all the wealth that youve made if it meant that you could sore. The shackles you bear wont last forever, stand in the rain they soon will weather, struggle enough and they will surely break away. If you say Im dreaming think again cause Im more real than you have ever been. Im more than this I know Ill find a way just watch
If I say I can fly, no one reply cause I dont want to know whats real. Id rather spend my life pretending one day I will get away, a better day is out there, sit and pray a year today that Ill be on the side where green gra** is worth more than gold.
I think Im my own enemy. Every time I walk in a room Im trying to look outside. What would you think of me if I left here right now? Cause Im tired of dreaming, wheres the meaning, Im standing on the edge.
If I say I can fly no-one reply cause I dont want to know whats real,
Id rather spend my life pretending, that one day I will sore, because one day I will, one day I will sore.