These distorted speakers reveal more complete thought
than any poem could convey.
I listen to the songs that made her grow
and remember, inside, she's waiting.
I can wear her face and speak her voice
but inside, I feel her.
And I know
She wants out.
But I can't give her that.

Dear boy that holds his head so high,
I have to warn you you're in sky
Where planes have chosen to fly low
And you will be the next big show
Of terrorists in America
For as you fall the world will know
That this small pilot flew the plane
That purposefully crash landed.

She pulls at the ropes, inside
Trying to free what's left of the girl she was
I feel each cry
Each desperate attempt at release
And pull tighter
As far as I see it,
It's me or her
And she's much too fragile for the real world.

We tell it all
We trust, and lose
We fear the news
We always knew
Now hold on tight
For here we play
And I'm too quick
For you to stay.

Reign it back
So you don't see
And keep it up
That smile I'll keep
I'll never let out
How I feel
I've lost all hope
That life is real.