Everytime I get the nerve to pack my things and go
Amazingly you come up with some catastrophe
Your life is filled with a closet of hidden tragedies

I have to wonder if they are real or fiction
Do you belong to some twisted Calamity of the Month
To pull pity and money from me when I’ve had enough

You think you know how to control me
With spitting these volumes of guilt over my head
Trying to cut my wings with everything you said

I’m a wounded dove with everything you’ve done
You’ve kept me here longer with all your lies
My wings are scabbed but they still remember how to fly

You scream how I’m selfish and that you need me
But you don’t need me so much as an audience
To cheer and cry for your crippled dance

You’ll get an award from the actors’ guild
Because you faked feelings and love from the start
Trapped me with stories that pulled at my heart
And thought you could keep me as your human shield

No, this bird is learning again how to fly
And cleaning out her nest of all your lies
It will take time, that I won’t deny
This time you won’t find me, I’m learning to fly

 
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