Plucked

(One, two, three, four)

My voice, taken

My choice, not mine in the first place

My fears, unseen

My troubles, faking

But my days are full of material

But I can't write anything

I forgot how to sing

Just a bird with plucked wings

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, oh)

You know I don't want to be here

I know that you don't either

But we don't have a choice

Or kind of, on paper

But my days are full of other people

And it's becoming way too much

I forgot how to sing

Just a bird with plucked wings

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, oh)

Take a bird out of the sky

And you wonder why

Take a bird out of the sky

And when she wants to fly

You wonder why

You wonder why

You wonder why

She wants to fly

But my days are full of material

But I can't write anything

I forgot how to sing

Just a bird with plucked wings

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, oh)