Jersey

My bloodied wings are clipped But my ability to fly isn't hindered Let me rewrite this script So my body doesn't wither When I was 19 years old I thought the world wasn't meant for me So I spent the next three years thinking about death in hotels and dorm rooms Sometimes these feelings still loom Exchanging awkward glances with strangers on the train At the end of the day, I know Our hearts remain the same Broken with nothing to show When I was 22 years old I realized I have so much to live for So I stopped thinking about death and started thinking about living I'm not leaving anytime soon