Metaphor

Yeah, turn my headphones down a little bit

Yeah, valid

Took the time to write these lines and found my mind

Is tryna hide the pain inside I don't know why it's tryna lie

And push aside that side and find a place to slide behind and blind me

From the fact that I recognize that this is by design

It's time to let it go, get it out, set it free, air it out

Spread it's wings outside it's cage then fly away like hair that's out

Of place which is ironic cause it's like nobody hears me out

Well that's a stretch sometimes it just won't gel that well

And at that point it's not something to care about