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Always searching for a way to fly,

to soar high above the troubles

of this everyday life.

Wanting so badly to just end it all

waiting and waiting for that eventuall fall.



I've never stood tall, never proud of myself

no accomplishments to boast

and nowhere I call home.

This pity party I call life,

is facade disgused by a smile.

hiding the pain and hurt underneath it all.



I pretend to be happy,

I make you all think I'm fine

But when I really look at my life

I know it's all a lie.



I want to fly, so far away

I want to leave this very day...

But i'll never leave

I'm doomed to stay...

These broken wings

won't let me stray.