The world seems so small from inside here;

The horizon stretches beyond what I see as clear.

These bars hold me back and keep me in.

Will I ever get out and say that I am living?

I can't tell you how many times I've cried,

How many times that I've wanted to die.

I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to get away,

How many times they have begged me to stay.

But does it even matter when I'm stuck in this Glass Cage?

I can see out and they can see in,

But can they hear me screaming?

Do they care what I have to say;

Do they care if I was here another day?

But does it even matter when I'm stuck in this Glass Cage?

The world seems so bright and beautiful,

Far better than these barricades so clear and dull.

I want to fly and spread my wings;

I want to get out and experience so many things.

But does it even matter when I'm stuck in this Glass Cage?

What if I tried to break out?

Would the shards cut too deep?

Would the spilling of my blood do a thing to change me?

Or would I die,

Or would I die,

A bird with broken wings?