If i could go anywhere i would go Down where my soul is empty So i wouldnt bare the weight of you If i could be anything Id be a bird with wooden wings I wouldnt fly But i wouldnt break Chorus Oh oh oh Its these little things You are gone And now im free I can do anything Theres pretty flowers on the table There is smoke coming out of my mouth Its blowing out The window now If i keep pushing them all away Ill have nothing left to say Ill be a blank, a blank page But when depression It gets in me Its makes it so i can barely speak And i cant say Hey come back please X 2
wouldnt, blank, anything, depression, wooden