She does not belong to the outside world, since the day that she was born. She has to make her way alone and on her own She's not Daddy's little princess, she's her mothers Nightingale. She is the melancholy bird of a fairtale. But it was this lie that makes her cry. When this bird sings someone hast to die, raise it high above her grave the sad serenade. her tiny voice sings about sweet, love and bittersweet pain. of broken wings and how she felt from grace the sad serenade of the nightingale she likes to play with her dead pets collected on the street and cries a 1000 diamond tears about their mortality the sadness of these days races deep into her soul washes away all of her smiles and leaves an instant woe she can't sleep at night she weeps and cries everything she loves has to die raise it high above her grave the sad serenade her tiny voice sings of a sweet, love and bittersweet pain of broken wings and how she felt from grace the sad serenade of the nightingale
it's her frustration that sacrifices so damn much as nightingales would do for love it's her damnation her destination - suicide