It feels so real, oh could it be?
I'm just as relaxed as a caged bird is free.
I look at my confines. Bars are blocking me.
From a group of people, no more than that, a sea.
Then I finally realize, the caged bird is me.
Caged by bars of torment, as spectators pass freely.
Every bit of conscience I have tells me to flee
I'm crying, begging, over here, why can't they hear my plea
I try to plan an escape so everyone would see
They shouldn't laugh at my attempts as if I'm a lowly flea.
I'm a colored masterpiece but here I feel dirty
Instead of a bird of paradise, they make me feel measly.
Caged is a state in which no bird should be.
After all, it's said some birds are meant to be free.
I'm just as relaxed as a caged bird is free.
I look at my confines. Bars are blocking me.
From a group of people, no more than that, a sea.
Then I finally realize, the caged bird is me.
Caged by bars of torment, as spectators pass freely.
Every bit of conscience I have tells me to flee
I'm crying, begging, over here, why can't they hear my plea
I try to plan an escape so everyone would see
They shouldn't laugh at my attempts as if I'm a lowly flea.
I'm a colored masterpiece but here I feel dirty
Instead of a bird of paradise, they make me feel measly.
Caged is a state in which no bird should be.
After all, it's said some birds are meant to be free.
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