Dead Girl / Bird

Strange. I have written this song a year ago. The words just flew to me, and I couldn't really find sense or relation to me. After yesterday's therapy session, I can. How strange. But it's five years between the girl we talked about yesterday and the girl I had in mind when I wrote it.


A dead girl
On a withered old picture
I  regognize her face and history
But I don’t remember her

Were you murdered or did you just fade?
Did you sense or know it before it was too late?

Injured little bird, you weren’t meant to fly
You’re better off left behind, you’re better off left behind

A dead girl
On the floor of my memory

I tried I killed her with my own hands

But she was tired anyway

Were you a caterpillar, turning to a moth?
Would you have exchanged your heart for a milder troth?

Injured little bird, you weren’t meant to fly
You’re better off left behind, you’re better off left behind

A dead girl
To protect the old madness

I recognize her voice and way she talks

Should have stayed within her grave.

A dead girl
I don’t like to remember
She wasn’t meant to survive
The dead girl –
Nobody who has known her
Would recognize me now
If she was still alive.

14.4.11 12:27
 
Letzte Einträge: I know where you sleep., Connection in an isolating age


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