And it feels like we were broken/ And I'm holding the pieces so tight/ And you can try to tell me I'm nothing/ And I don't have the wings to fly.
We sometimes feel trapped or angry, and yet still we breathe.
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And it feels like we were broken/ And I'm holding the pieces so tight/ And you can try to tell me I'm nothing/ And I don't have the wings to fly.
We sometimes feel trapped or angry, and yet still we breathe.