heaven, you can do whatever you want here. but…i can’t, i’m trapped between this four walls, like a bird trapped between her cage, only this cage of mine is bigger.
but, i’m not a good bird, because i always try to fly away, away from you, from everything. every time i lose a feather because of that…and i lose some strength, and i usually cry. i think i cry because i feel lonely, strange, maybe even if i know that i don’t have someone there, i still wanna go. i, at least have my friends, even if i don’t really know if i can trust them, they are still there right?
maybe 