Verse 1 Bummed by bitter disappointing newsThe endless biased negative reviewsThe media bluesI wanna fly awayFind some better daysOne November I had a friendWho told me she was too afraid and whenThe nights got too coldShe laid there wide awakePrayed to fly away
Pre-Chorus I told her I'm always there for herBut she wasBummed by all the daysToo bummed to fly awayI followed up and begged don't lose this warWith your mind,You're yet to fly
Chorus Friends, let's not give upYour race is wonWhy would you stop on living'Cause they wanna clip your wings'Cause it's not just wishful thinkingPick up your soul, put down your screens Verse 2 Bummed by jealousy and inaction,Could have strewn together a game planIt's not too late nowTo say I've had enoughAnd change can be so toughDoubters struggling to find some faithMight doubt your dreams Because their own dreams waitAnd they will tell youWords won't scrape away The trauma that will stay
Pre-Chorus 2 I made her Think about all those words that still applyI told her, get out of your own head my friendMy friendYou're yet to fly
Chorus 2 Friends, let's not give upYour race is wonWhy would you stop on living'Cause they wanna clip your wings'Cause it's not just wishful thinkingPick up your soul, put down your screensWhy would you stop on living'Cause they wanna clip your wings'Cause it's not just wishful thinkingPick up your soul, put down your screen