The Broken Wings

I flapped my wings but I couldn,t fly it was painful , but I kept to try my wings were teared from piece to piece I swear , I,m not at my ease my wings were teared not from an unknown but from a friend, a family someone very known whenever I see you I try to smile but I don't want to, because of the tears you,ve left me to pile now all I have left are the wings waiting to be tied. do you know the number of times I have cries no you don't the number of my cries because now my life is made up of nothing but pitiful lies