Mother mother, you rang me on the phone, asking if I was ok.
But what you never noticed, was how I lied,
the mask I threw on, to throw you off,
to get a chance to breathe, to set free my wings.
Mother mother, why do you keep me in chains?
You hold me tight, a little bird struggling in the nest.
You said the world would hurt me, but I can handle it just fine.
I'm not scared of the dark or the bugs that crawl the streets at night.
Mother mother, let me go, let the world do what it will.
I plead with you, listen to the voice on the phone.
Let the boys kiss, let the fire reign,
just let me go.
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