All of my songs are stolen
All of my poems are broken
And all of my lines were borrowed
But never returned
Though I always yearned
To sing you back your sorrow
I'll sing to you out in the snow
Sitting on a branch by your window
But you will not come outside because it's warm in your home
I can't deny
Life's good inside
But in there you're still alone
Take some time to forgive me
I'm sorry if you didn't love me
Oh, the one thing I regret is that it didn't go my way
I must admit
That I'd like to sit
And talk about this someday