The birds all sing a beautiful song
Light beams through this is where I belong
Peaceful people who fear to talk
They mimic them and love to mock
Women from different countries
I feel pressured, there's people watching me
Pull you in with the sound of harmonies
They say this kid's gifted with prodigy
Occupied I'm tired of people
That look in your eye tells me you're deceitful
You live, knowing this time your whole act has been a lie
You walk by the garden and every flower dies
THE BIRDS ALL SING A BEAUTIFUL SONG
LIGHT BEAMS DOWN THIS IS WHERE I BELONG
PEACEFUL PEOPLE WHO FEAR TO TALK
THEY MIMIC THEM AND LOVE TO MOCK
WOMEN FROM DIFFERENT COUNTRIES
I FEEL PRESSURED, THERE'S PEOPLE WATCHING ME
PULL YOU IN WITH THE SOUND OF HARMONIES
THEY SAY THIS KID'S GIFTED WITH PRODIGY
Yeah, you better run from me, I said
I'm used to this and being lonely
Conversations don't extend when I'm
Short on words, I guess I don't feel like talking
Spare my life, it's just begun
I'm still tryna get us back, but I know we're done
Growing old too fast I'm too slow to outrun
Problems chasing me, but I know that they won
