Lyircs:

a bird was trapped in silver glass  
he tried to fly, but couldn’t pass  
the sky was there, so close, so near  
but every wingbeat met with fear  

he thought the world was sealed away  
a prison built of light and shape  
no window open, no escape  
just endless skies he couldn’t take  

bird in the mirror, breaking his wings  
bleeding on glass for invisible things  
dreaming of air he already had  
chasing a world that was only a mask  

he sang to shadows on the wall  
believing they would hear his call  
but every note just broke apart  
a song returning to his heart  

he thought the world was sealed away  
a prison built of light and shape  
no window open, no escape  
just endless skies he couldn’t take  

bird in the mirror, breaking his wings  
bleeding on glass for invisible things  
dreaming of air he already had  
chasing a world that was only a mask  

and then i saw that bird was me  
fighting against reality  
the freedom i had always known  
was caged inside my mind alone  

bird in the mirror, tearing apart  
searching for doors in the walls of my heart  
i carried the key, but i didn’t see  
the prison was never outside of me  




Bird in the mirror

sadbloom writes songs for people who smile during breakdowns.  
emo pop with too much honesty and not enough sleep.  
if you came here to sell me “promotion,” don’t — I already have chaos doing that for free.

Bird in the mirror

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