I wear those words which were thrown abusing my temperament.
I always see the lights that they shine on me,
telling me that I am brave wishing me the good that I deserve,
deep down they knew you never wanted me
to be the one getting any of it.
I know you want me to fall,
But these wings I got are not mere beauty,
I know how to fly, you’ll see me make it,
you won’t even see me in the sky.
These eyes that pretend to be there for me,
Are the one that wants me to get hurt.