Bluebird歌词

When I walked up all you caught was the shade of my hat on my face.
My ways are in pain, from the strain of my ways.
Chains engraved in my physical days, in physical waves.
I get physical strength from my individual ways.
Meanwhile I'm not fulfilled, this feeling shall not be stilled.
Rewind time and rewrite lines for the kinds of you to feel.
Docile if you so will,
fragile and you go downhill.
Drinking wine, forgetting time, now time to be refilled.
They say if you snooze you loose.
Well I spend my days, dazed and confused.
Is it cause I blaze all day and fade, then that's old news.
If it's new to you, this is Yarah rapping the blues.
Don't get used to it, running mascara I refuse.
Closed doors prevent outsiders from viewing,
but struggling alone makes it tough for pursuing dreams,
but it seems all i get are sleepless nights
nightmares about losing loved ones and losing fights.
The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow.
as I left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow.
Left you for more, left the room hollow.
Many will fall, a lot more will follow.
You take drugs to psyche your mind.
You take wine to forget about time.
You create a world of your own
where the truth, will never be known.
I work when the work seems like play,
and hate to play when the work seems to work my way, I say
I work my way through everyday that I play my way.
now... hear what I say, hear what I say
Makes it all seem hopeless like impending cancellations.
The locks will open someday continued determination.
Restless infection destroys spiritual vaccinations,
and I will head for my destination
I stand alone at the crossroads of death inhale the breath
of lost souls that left in and out of counciousness.
Drinking wine reminds me of what honest is？
Making me wonder where the hell the logic is?
We're all lost, we're all tossed, at a lost cause
fight between ourselves, relieve ourselves, and then we all fall.
through the wall, through it all, who we are?
No denying that at 5 foot I still stand tall.
The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow
as I left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow.
Left you for more, left the room hollow.
Many will fall, a lot more will follow.
You take drugs to psyche your mind.
You take wine, to forget about time.
you create a world of your own
where the truth, will never be known.
The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow
as I left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow.
Left you for more, left the room hollow.
Many will fall, a lot more will follow.
The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow
as I left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow.
Left you for more, left the room hollow.
Many will fall, a lot more will follow.
The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow
as I left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow.
Left you for more, left the room hollow.
Many will fall, a lot more will follow.
The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow
as I left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow.
Left you for more, left the room hollow.
Many will fall, a lot more will follow.
Many will fall, a lot more will follow.
Many will fall, a lot more will follow.