Because sometimes it needs to be said, because sometimes the superglue needs to be removed from your mouth, because if I didn't speak it, it would be the end, a complete breakdown of my existence,

because all that would be left Would be nothing but what you see, because I need to be set free, my wings they call me to fly, and if I don't touch that sky I will no longer be,

so can't you see that I scream even when I don't speak, at least look at my face and know it's there strangling me, at least try to make your way to me,
I don't ask you to tell me I'm alright or that even the future is better,
what I want, I want it now,

my patience is long and gone but I just keep holding on, maybe that's why I'm still here, because this will not defect me, I have a future to see and many people to meet.