Oblivion

The clouds are rushing by so quickly, like they’ve got somewhere to be

Everybody’s always pushing, taking little parts for free

She holds on to her secrets, like they're trinkets made of gold

Locking her shame, inside the things, that keeps her heart controlled

She wears fear, like an accessory, so you can't see it in her eyes

Overloaded sensories, to mask the tell in its surprise

The smile that she offers you, veils the truth she hides away

If you're looking for the proof, listen to what she doesn't say

Looking for the freedom that once joined her on her journey

Oblivious this day would come, now nags at her, without mercy

She prays for wings to fly away and the will to find release

Jumping headfirst through the clouds, following the birds, to find her peace