Plucked

(One, two, three, four) My voice, taken My choice, not mine in the first place My fears, unseen My troubles, faking But my days are full of material But I can't write anything I forgot how to sing Just a bird with plucked wings (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, oh) You know I don't want to be here I know that you don't either But we don't have a choice Or kind of, on paper But my days are full of other people And it's becoming way too much I forgot how to sing Just a bird with plucked wings (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, oh) Take a bird out of the sky And you wonder why Take a bird out of the sky And when she wants to fly You wonder why You wonder why You wonder why She wants to fly But my days are full of material But I can't write anything I forgot how to sing Just a bird with plucked wings (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, oh)