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I hear people call the talent they were born with
A gift from god but mine’s a tiny box
With no ribbon and plain colors, I shyly hid
That shabby looking box behind me
How many times does a bird who’s flying for the first time
Race down the runway and try to kick off the ground?
I guess I always knew there would be no answer found
In talking to myself, I was intoxicated with my worried self
The bridge to tomorrow looks as if it will crumble any second
I must go now, I must run through, but my heart must be light
Somewhere, a voice talks bad about me, I went on and closed my ears
But I could still hear it, hey, that voice is my own
Things are weightless in dreams but excuses keep being piled upon me
It feels like I’m bearing a heavy burden on my shoulders
Those people being showered with praise and cheers are in a distant world
Whenever I think I could never be one of them, my gift says...
Why don’t you try expecting a little better from yourself?
I might fly higher than I think, I might do better than I imagine
I’m not sure if believing in myself is foolish but I don’t care
I must take a lick if I want a taste, I won’t know until I take a strong bite
The city’s a silhouette in the moonlit night, towering like a pitch black wall
But before I get sucked in I’ll find a way to secretly escape
I hold my gift to my chest in a dignified manner
I’ve been waiting all this time for the box’s contents to come flying out
The bridge to tomorrow looks as if it will crumble any second
I must go now, I must run through, but my heart must be light
A gift from god but mine’s a tiny box
With no ribbon and plain colors, I shyly hid
That shabby looking box behind me
How many times does a bird who’s flying for the first time
Race down the runway and try to kick off the ground?
I guess I always knew there would be no answer found
In talking to myself, I was intoxicated with my worried self
The bridge to tomorrow looks as if it will crumble any second
I must go now, I must run through, but my heart must be light
Somewhere, a voice talks bad about me, I went on and closed my ears
But I could still hear it, hey, that voice is my own
Things are weightless in dreams but excuses keep being piled upon me
It feels like I’m bearing a heavy burden on my shoulders
Those people being showered with praise and cheers are in a distant world
Whenever I think I could never be one of them, my gift says...
Why don’t you try expecting a little better from yourself?
I might fly higher than I think, I might do better than I imagine
I’m not sure if believing in myself is foolish but I don’t care
I must take a lick if I want a taste, I won’t know until I take a strong bite
The city’s a silhouette in the moonlit night, towering like a pitch black wall
But before I get sucked in I’ll find a way to secretly escape
I hold my gift to my chest in a dignified manner
I’ve been waiting all this time for the box’s contents to come flying out
The bridge to tomorrow looks as if it will crumble any second
I must go now, I must run through, but my heart must be light
