the blackbird
my heart is melting
on the floor
I cannot take it
anymore
I really want to stop
and close my heart
who knew to love
would be so hard?
If I would be the one
who's dead
someone else would
cry instead
—
what would I get?
how should my heart
stay gentle and soft,
when all around's
so hard and rough?
dear little bird,
fly me back
when I get lost
don't sacrifice
yourself for me
stay alive, please stay with me.
I'd rather hear you
sing your song
so I may try and sing along
I keep on trying to
run away
but who will be left
to stay?
I'd like to stay
I'd like to go
how to be gentle?
I don't know.
blackbird dear,
please tell me more!
