I hate myself for being a weakling, I hate myself for being a cry baby so,
I trampled and spat on myself.
Inside the cage that was thrown open was my airtightly sealed self.
Without going anywhere I was just cried.
I can't sing.
Where did my voice disappear to?
Surely right from the start I never had wings.
I wanted to sing once more, so I gathered my courage and tried to sing out...
But the voice she loved didn't come out.
I can't sing.
Where did my voice disappear to?
Surely right from the start I never had wings.
I can't sing.
I don't have wings.
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