Some of us are born with wings, but there's a strange force within nature that won't allow us to use them accordingly.
Being a creature with tools to take flight, but never actually taking flight, is a pain unlike anything you could imagine.
Knowing that I'm doomed for the rest of my existence.
While the other birds fly freely in the skies, I'm stuck below, being the one they despise. The one they criticize.
Maybe I'll wake up from this sick joke one day. Maybe I won't.
Until then, I'll live as a flightless bird, jealous of the winged.