Someone told her this life was hers,
she thought up her own world,
where she had wings spread across her back,
they were jet black.
She stood on the edge of an orange bottle,
tracing violent red tigers that clawed at her wrists,
she closed her eyes
thinking she could fly.
Someone told me your life was his,
I woke up in the real world,
where I was wearing a long dress,
it was jet black.
I stood at the edge of a six by two casket,
hiding violent red tigers that clawed at my thighs,
I closed my eyes
now you can fly.