I try to fly to leave the nest.
I think I will it the ground.
I spread and I'm chirping.
My wings and I'm flying.
As swallows flying to the sun,
they will burn as a paper sheet.
No hope, no feelings.
I forget reason as I forget to breath.
I stay at home all alone,
with my mirror I scream my dismay.
Kill my dreams, and now watch me die.