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.