Bird in the Hurricane

I found a little bird on the west side
I thought maybe it was lost
I didn't see the blood pouring out of it
Had no idea what it crossed
Caught in the eye of the hurricane
I thought I really got out
When the waves start to get too high
I may get blinded of myself
Maybe it's really better
That we never truly got out
We just found a way to deal with things
I got sick of watching it drown
Maybe it's really better
That I never truly got out
I just found a way to deal with things
I got sick of hurting myself
Maybe it's really better
That I never truly got out
I just found a way to deal with things
I got sick of hurting myself