I wonder if you're ashamed of a life almost wasted.
Strung up and hung up on the drinks you never tasted.
Wondering if all the eyes looking at you even care.
Do they even know if there's a soul left in there?
Oh, what a pity to be potentially hated.
And yet you perform for them quite a show.
Is it possible you've hindered yourself unable to grow?
Do you feel your heart ache to be free?
Maybe you'd like a life without so much scrutiny.
Every caged bird longs to be let go.
I still hope there is more character due.
More than what the world has allowed you access to.
I wish I could see that free bird fly.
I think it'd be worth telling those watchful eyes goodbye
Oh, to see that wonderful unapologetic you.