Passing Bird

She's got black hair And she has got a black dress She's pretending That her life is a mess But I cannot rest With so many worries I can't lie down And say I am done I live 'cause I need more light I hope I can change today She would never think of changing Too much fucking emo, it's false (I know) She stops me in the street And asks me to follow I would if I could If I wouldn't mind breaking her.