Well I didn't tell anyone, but a bird flew by Saw what I'd done he set up a nest outside, And he sang about what I'd become He sang so loud, sang so clear I was afraid all the neighbours would hear, So I invited him in, just to reason with him I promised I wouldn't do it again But he sang louder and louder inside the house, And no I couldn't get him out So I trapped him under a cardboard box Stood on it to make him stop I picked up the bird and above the din I said That's the last song you'll ever sing Held him down, broke his neck, Taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget But in my dreams began to creep That old familiar tweet tweet tweet I opened my mouth to scream and shout, I waved my arms and flapped about But I couldn't scream and I couldn't shout, Couldn't scream and I couldn't shout I opened my mouth to scream and shout Waved my arms and flapped about But I couldn't scream I couldn't shout, The song was coming from my mouth From my mouth From my mouth From my mouth From my mouth From my mouth From my mouth From my mouth From my mouth From my mouth From my mouth From my mouth From my mouth From my mouth From my mouth From my mouth
I say that I'm okay, but I'm really not. I emotionally plea for someone to stay, but everytime I try to keep them there, I lose them. Everyone that I let into my heart, I lose, and it tears me apart mentally bit by bit. The kids I befriended, who got to know me the best, would turn around and tell everyone what they learned. I keep telling myself that I won't open myself up to others, but I keep doing it over and over again. (Well I didn't tell anyone, but a bird flew by. Saw what I'd done he set up a nest outside, and he sang about what I'd become. He sang so loud, sang so clear. I was afraid all the neighbours would hear, so I invited him in, just to reason with him. I promised I wouldn't do it again) No matter how hard I try to stop the memories and pain and regrets and guilts, they keep coming back. And I struggle with it everyday at home, in my sleep, in school, and even right now. It's a constant fight that I make that sometimes I just go mentally insane from the frustration of trying to shut them up, I become scared of everything, and I have hallucinations. (But he sang louder and louder inside the house, and no I couldn't get him out. So I trapped him under a cardboard box. Stood on it to make him stop. I picked up the bird and above the din I said "That's the last song you'll ever sing". Held him down, broke his neck, taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget. But in my dreams began to creep. That old familiar tweet tweet tweet. I opened my mouth to scream and shout, I waved my arms and flapped about. But I couldn't scream and I couldn't shout, couldn't scream and I couldn't shout) My life with all the pain I've gone through that I've been trying to keep down, but the memories start to come back, and it makes me go mentally insane.( But in my dreams began to creep. That old familiar tweet tweet tweet) I'm a prisoner of every horrible thing that I've endured. They keep me quiet, and control me. (I opened my mouth to scream and shout, I waved my arms and flapped about. But I couldn't scream and I couldn't shout, couldn't scream and I couldn't shout. I opened my mouth to scream and shout. Waved my arms and flapped about. But I couldn't scream I couldn't shout, the song was coming from my mouth, from my mouth)
