I don’t matter Brain is scattered Out in the parking lot Left in the kookie-pot I was told to play Though I was told I had to pay Left out to dry Alone in a kookie-pot Where I was told to rot No one cares about the little birdie screaming ‘people are out to get me’ I’m not as crazy as I seem. Angry kittens clawing at trees Foxes seducing snakes Then there was the little birdie that couldn’t fly The sky was just to high Alone, in the darkest night Nowhere left to hide The little birdie didn’t need to fly. Out to get them They couldn’t run far They laughed at them Then they cried A heart too big to hide Though covered in scars They were about to go way too far They were tired of the bullshit They weren’t allowing anyone to quit. Angels cry out tonight An angel lost their wings Now they’re out to get me Lost in time Covered in white No vail to hide No vanity will be left without company Nowhere to hide Break down and cry No one will save you tonight. Angry kittens clawing at