Violence, straight and pure violence

Fly high little bird

It always starts with Sorry
Always starts with my tears
It always starts with guilt
It always with "I DiDn'T mEaN iT"
Yes you did
You all did
No one cares till your gone
Out of their gasp
Out of the pain
Out of the suffering
I'm free
I'm flying out of my cage
Soaring
Flying
Dying
When did I die?
Oh.
When I finally flew
I flew out of my cage

I flew off my H̶̩̦̩̫̜͉̗̆f̴̰͖͚̘͓̪̭̈́́͌̊̚b̶͎̗̟̈́̊̀̂̋̍̀̕͝͝f̸̡̯̳̫̻̣̤̪͐̊͂̌̄́͘ͅb̷̹͈̟̥̥̻̦̄͝f̴̰͙̣̻̜̥̼̦̽̊̊̽̃͜͜G̸̣̠͔͈̿̆̈̿͂́͝x̸̰͈͈̦̙͂̄̒͊͂͊̚͠b̵̡̛̯̺̣͐̄̉̋͐̋d̸̨̨̻̬̼͙̪̤̬̥̂͆͑̐̎̃́͐̚͘x̸̗̼͎̦̺͊̊̎̓̌̌͝͝v̵̫͚̝̠͑̂̓͐̓̏͘͠g̶̦͈̳̜̈̓̇́̇̈̀̒

can't I remember the happiest moment of my life?
No
I can't
I can't remember when I started to fly
Fly
Fly high
Fly high my little bird.