This is the last time
That I cry those tears of anguish.
That I wallow int he halls of your memory.
Let me open the windows.
Feel the breeze.
Air out the mess you left behind.
This is the last time
That I die a little on the inside.
That I guard myself from my feelings.
Soar those wings.
Angel wings.
To liberate the wounded within.
This is the last time
That I forget how to learn to trust.
That I remember what matters to me.
Do or die?
I'll always try.
This bird will fly cage-free.
