the staples in my eyes
the nails in my wings keep me from flying too high
im choking on my words
pathetic imitations
surrounding you and i
take my mask and disguise
i wont try to hide behind all the smiles
my plate is full of knives
biting on the the blades and choking on the lies
my wings are made of wax
if the sunburns them away will i fall out of the sky? ©
