Little ghost, you're listening
Unlike most, you don't miss a thing.
You see the truth.
I walk the halls invisibly
I climb the walls, no one sees me.
No one but you.
You've always loved the strange birds
Now I want to fly into your world, I want to be heard.
My wounded wings still beating.
You've always loved the stranger, inside of me... ugly, pretty.
~ Birdy