LYRIC



Mattering was never a matter to me.
In all our hours
depression towers.
In every now we cower from what’s to be.

I Long for flight from plight,
or for songbird’s lies,
a lilt to clear the tears from my sight.
I Long for flight from plight,
or for songbird’s lies,
a lilt to clear the tears from my sight.

Sigh, my
every exhalation is a sigh
when all
the air does is keep me here.

I long for flight from plight,
or for songbird’s lies,
a lilt to clear the tears from my sight.
I Long for flight from plight,
or for songbird’s lies,
a lilt to clear the tears from my sight.

…and are there perks to, oh, well are there perks to, oh, are there perks to, well are there perks to, and are there perks, well are there perks
to my fragility?

I Long for flight from plight,
or for songbird’s lies,
a lilt to clear the tears from my sight.
I Long for flight from plight,
or for songbird’s lies,
a lilt to clear the tears from my sight.

  1. Courtney

    July 22, 2021 at 12:24 am

    Good morning friends!!

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