unnatural selection
Unnatural selection
We are deemed unfit
Unsuited for the environment
That’s it
She screams
I quit
We didn’t let her
Of course we couldn’t let her
Unsuited for the environment
An unnaturally anxious temperament
She’s pathologically precarious
It seems like all the other birds learned how to fly before her
She stands on the edge of a cliff and she
Leaps
I just wanted to see her soar
I just wanted to watch her fly
She does not discover her wings
Down
Down
Down
She goes
It seems like she’s been falling forever
It seems like this abyss doesn’t end
She calls out for help but
None of us know how to save her
None of us know what to do
She jumped and we waited for her wings to carry her
But she was born heavy
She was born with lead in her bones and a disease in
Her brain
Please at least show me that you’re trying
Please at least open your wings
Depression is a trap she
Doesn’t give a crap if she ever learns to fly
Says she just wants to hit the bottom what comes after doesn’t
Matter
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