My bloodied wings are clipped
But my ability to fly isn't hindered
Let me rewrite this script
So my body doesn't wither
When I was 19 years old
I thought the world wasn't meant for me
So I spent the next three years thinking about death in hotels and dorm rooms
Sometimes these feelings still loom
Exchanging awkward glances with strangers on the train
At the end of the day, I know
Our hearts remain the same
Broken with nothing to show
When I was 22 years old
I realized I have so much to live for
So I stopped thinking about death and started thinking about living
I'm not leaving anytime soon