I'm laying there
Leaving myself for dead
Thinking about my old life down here
Leaving my body getting colder and duller on my bed.

I can't stop thinking about them, about him
What would they say the next morning ?
If he knew, what would he'd said today ?

Would he'd do if we had more time together ?
Has he been this way by kindness ?
Or was he a potential future lover ?
Should i stop and cry for his forgiveness ?
For their forgiveness?

I could change my name
I could change my face
But in the end, it ends the same
I've never been in my place

And no amount of pain's gonna change that
Maybe, in another life i'm happy
Or maybe in another life i'll become a birdie
Which's gonna lay down once again
In the snow or rain
In a soft nest, soft as a feather
Whining for itself that it's for the better
Which's gonna fall asleep again.
But maybe this time, it'll be with him.