::: SingingMelody ::: メロディーを歌う :::
Sometimes, I like to hear, That little bird, That sings, Nobody else could hear it, It is but my little bird.
It sings of soul, Justice, Sorrow, Hatred, It is but my little bird.
It sung me many things, Many interesting things, That drives me towards my thoughts, That does not make any sense, It is but my little bird.
Perched upon my shoulder, It's voice ringing in my ears, Within my mind, It screeches, Louder.
And louder, It isn't singing anymore, I plead for it to yield, That bird that I only know, That bird that I only hear.
It is that bird, That shall stay with me, And only me, Forever.
It is my little bird.
That bird. That sings. That drives. Me. Insane.