Trying to write music that describes how you feel isn't as easy as people think. When all you feel is sadness, hate, frustration, and loneliness. Trying to put that down on a sheet of paper, trying to get all the right emotions out is hard as shit. You think it's easy, come in a booth with me and show me how easy it is.
When she was all you had. All you thought about. The reason for your happy, upbeat lyrics. And now she's the reason for your blues.
Keep telling myself her happiness is all that matter and if I'm not the one making her happy anymore that i can't hold her in like a bird in a cage, she needs to spread her wings and fly.
I'll always be here for her, like the wind on her wings.
But in the end it's her decision. All hers. Not mine, not the guy who's calling her baby now. Hers.