When a dream slips from your hands And it falls on the cement You can feel your heart shatter Longing for the bitter end Bird trapped in a rusty cage And it keeps calling for help Bangs its head on the floor Yearning for the things it felt When I was a nestling When I was a child I could feel my heart resting And my conscience running wild When I was a child I was always at peace The air caressing my hair The sweat on my bare skin I would reach the mountain top I would take in all the air Now I'm stressed and asthmatic Now I'm deep in my despair I miss playing with the boys I miss being one of them I miss being young and innocent With no weight on my chest I could taste my damn freedom Until you came in the room Said you needed my breath And I gave it all to you Now I pant and pant and pant Now I choke, I hurt, I pray Hurting more every second Getting heavier every day