My wings have been cliped.
Today, I´ve got questions.
Questions that have no answers.
I ask why I met you…
Why I feel the things that I feel…
It´s been so long, and I think of you still.
I no longer have the liberty to fly.
Now, with my wings cliped,
I ask if you feel the things that I still feel.
Intense, beautiful and intoxicating,
But it´s all wrong.
Or at least, I was raised to believe that.
Yes, to believe that loving you is wrong.