Flutter flutter
The wings of my heart,
Making its journey from one person to the next,
Losing a bit of itself each time,
Trying to graft on what doesn't belong,
In the hope that it would be beautiful,
Oh, it wants to be beautiful.
I can hardly recognize it.
We've changed so much.
My body wishes to go one way,
The heart trembles, timidly agrees,
But it is not ready,
Aye, I am too anxious for even my own flesh,
So much do I mistrust myself,
I distrust everyone.
Noe one can bring me solace,
No one can soothe the cries of a weary heart,
I want to start over,
But I only have what I am given,
And I've already messed that up.