Let me pretend, once again,
That I don't feel pain,
While I strip my already stranded walls,
To discover my depressed soul.

Let me pretend once again,
That everything is quite okay,
While I reach my inside chaos,
To discover the holes in my heart.

Long ago, I prayed to God,
To make me a bird,
So that I'll fly far,
Far away from this world.

He, then, gave me colorful wings,
But tied me to the edge of a prison;
A wing of mine still flies in hope,
While the other falls apart.

I chirped, sang and danced,
Hoping the world would notice,
It noticed, just to shackle me tighter,
To butcher my bubble dreams forever.

You can now call me a fresh carcass,
A fleshy carcass with a dead soul;
Just like a scintillating shell,
I'm beautiful outside, empty inside.

I'm a bird
Meant to fly;
I don't belong here,
No matter how hard I try.

Then again, it's only a time
I will follow the herd;
I will learn how to run,
And forget how to fly.

So let me pretend, once again,
the world belongs to me,
Let me pretend, once again,
I belong to the world.