I am a falcon, I am a bird of prey,
making a killing in a different way. Grown weary of flying in circles, losing ground chasing miracles, I’m just evil enough to know it. But too ashamed to ever show it. Am I making your skin, crawl ? or am I making your skin, thicker ? Am I making your skin, crawl ? or am I making your skin, thicker ? Is any of this sinking through ? Thought you had me, didn’t you ? Well… maybe you do. For whatever it may be worth to you, my one night stands were few and far between. Don’t mean to play my dismay in some cheap cliché, but when the walls fell, as I was facing Hell, There was my answer in a played-out movie line. “You make me want to be a better person.” Now I ask you: don’t those words ring true ? I could have stayed struggling and insane. I could have kept believing / living the lie. When I saw you, shining through, I had the chance; I had the choice. I took the chance; I made the choice, Far beyond spellbound by your voice. No longer a falcon, no bird of prey, I sing a new song on a born again day. Given up flying in circles, to rest these bones in the home of my nest. Don’t understand exactly why or how. But you’re all that matters now. Pray this doesn’t make your skin crawl. Pray you’ll choose to let me in. Pray this doesn’t make your skin crawl. Pray you’ll choose to let me in. Is any of this ringing through to true ? Thought you had me, didn’t you ? Well… you know that you do. Oh... you know you do.
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