Probability

I've done some stupid things, and blamed my heart for controlling me
like a bird with broken wings waiting for time to set me free.
There's a paradise known as freedom.
It breaks my heart because I cannot see,
My heart must be retrained
to make my world belong to me.

Why do I have so much trouble, existing outside of my head
the thoughts inside speak in trouble and red.
My voice won't exactly sync with my speech
and I've fucking had enough
I'm no longer in reach.