Restless, I nearly stop the horse and get off just to be on my own legs. Something about the tall trees around me make want to be up there instead of all the way down. Instead, I suck it up and stay where I am.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I hesitate before focusing on the possibilities of growing wings. Something burns in my shoulders and adds thin weight. When I look back, I find wings the same maroon as the one in the mirage from before.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside