• No, I don't really know why,
    I sit all alone and I cry.

    I've thought of this often before,
    but I'm afraid of the storm.

    I've never had reason to feel,
    the sadness and anger at will.

    I want so much to be fine,
    and to sing happy songs
    that are kind.

    No dear I'm not blaming you,
    but you've very well made
    me turn blue.

    You call me those things,
    you've broken my wings,
    and now I'm hanging by
    a string.

    You've promised me
    everything.

    And nothing have you given me.

    I'm sorry my dear, but my
    moment is here, and I think
    I'll just set myself free.