birds of a feather

birds of a feather cold in this weather sometimes I wonder, what you'll be without a father all the positivity had spit out like water that runs on a river I have a huge scar on my liver, that had been tourned by a scissor I should have listened when you, you tried to warn me, and now I'm lost and, I have no one to hold me just a stranger behind my ranger hold me before I let out my anger by liphiwe bangiso