Die Birdy Die

Blood shot eyes and a runny nose
Messed up sheets and a de thorned rose
Broken dreams, and messed up hair
I guess it's true. Life isn't fair

I feel my eyes are burning out of my head
THE THINGS YOU SAY I CAN'T COMPREHEND!

Gone on the inside! Take a picture!
I'm sick and tired of your friends stricture!
Ace in the hole, ready say good bye
The grave shall read, Die Birdy Die

And my eyes are burning out of my head
THE THINGS YOU SAY I CAN'T COMPREHEND!
Eye drops pave the way for clearity
But nothing will ever make me see!