Bipolar Bird

 

She’s sitting in her room

Looking at an old burnt picture

Of a girl

Walking hand in hand with a stranger

Where are you going?

Do you know whose hand you’re holding?

All alone in her room

With another creeping behind her

She’s aware

But why does this nightmare share her air

Who do you see in the mirror?

Could it really be me, so messed up and blessed!

And I will wait for my turn

To learn how to fly

And I will change everything in my world

And tear up the sky

Bird of prey  sweet bird of prey

Come take me away

Bird of prey

My sweet bird of prey

Come take me away with you