Lyrics

It can be pretty harrowing When I take a look at all the things I've been I never meant to end up this way I never meant to play my own game But it's morning and I still feel the same I was young and I wasn't afraid I was dumb giving out my handmade Gifts of old scrap paper that I made into a plane Coz I thought that you would join me On my quest to fly away But it wasn't like that for you It shouldn't have been like that for me You should have had a better time Not tied down to me You are a tree I am a flower We are the earth You are my power I am the sun I burn hot Like the flames That I devour