mY gOLd FiSh iN a bOwL

gold fish in a bowl
is it lonely in there?

won't you come out
and breathe some fresh air.

but the air I breathe is poison to you, I know
you have no choice but to stay there
like a dolphin in a circus show

I'll grow gills, would you like that?
or would you grow feet, is that smart?

I know we could have been one heart, one soul
had you not been a gold fish in a bowl