Fear, my one gripe with living here
Fear, of following in line of those near (Oh, fear)
Fear, that slowly eats away at my soul (Oh, fear)
Fear, how to get rid of it I do not know (Oh, fear)
I'll step out and say it:
I'm afraid of social anxiety that roams free
I'm afraid of realities I have not yet seen
I'm afraid that there's no such thing as freedom
I'm afraid that all my mistakes define me
There's a bird in the sky that flies by
Dressed in white, floating with time
And he dies every night, but is let back into the light
I'm afraid of every mother's sweet lies
I'm afraid that you'll keep telling me it will be fine
I'm afraid that to see the world there isn't enough time
I'm afraid that I still won't know who I am when I die
There's a bird in the sky that flies by
Dressed in white, floating with time
And he dies every night, but is let back into the light
So, bird, will you let me fly? Will you let me fly? Will you let me fly?