A Broken Wing
She loved him like he was the last man on earth/
He's ignoring me again. Guess he really can't see that I love him.
Gave him everything she ever had/
I've tried just about everything, that I can think of.
He'd break her spirit down, then come lovin' up on her/
He lets me close sometimes, but more often than that, he yells at me.
Give a little, then take it back/
I'll hear a kind word, maybe every ten insults.
She'd tell him about her dreams-he'd just shoot 'em down/
All that's really left to do, is come right out and say it. But I doubt he'll feel the same way.
Lord, he loved to make her cry/
He doesn't know the tears he's caused.
"You're crazy for believin' you'll ever leave the ground"/
And I'm beginning to think he wouldn't care anyway. Maybe this is hopeless.
He said "only angels know how to fly"/
After all, I don't really know where to go from here. I'm lost.
And with a broken wing, she still sings/
But I'm not ready to give up quite yet.
She keeps an eye on the sky/
I am the optimistic one, or so everyone else says.
With a broken wing, she carries her dreams/
So why am I doubting? Why can't I do anything to make my dreams a reality?
Man, you ought to see her fly/
Still, I'm going to keep trying.
One Sunday mornin', she didn't go to church/
It would help if he noticed, when I leave, when I cry, anything at all.
He wondered why she didn't leave/
But he doesn't. It's like I don't exist.
He went up to her bedroom, found a note by the window/
I wonder if he'd notice, if I didn't come back. What if I left, and that was it?
With the curtains blowin' in the breeze/
If I never returned, what would happen? It might gradually sink in, or suddenly hit him. Would he possibly miss me?
And with a broken wing, she still sings/
I like to think that he would, but I doubt it. I couldn't be away from him that long anyway.
She keeps an eye on the sky/
Why doesn't he love me? I have an idea. I'm probably right.
With a broken wing, she carries her dreams/
But I still tell myself he wouldn't love anybody. Even if they were female...
Man, you ought to see her fly/
So I'm not. Does it matter that much? If I were a girl, would I have half a chance? It's not just that he ignores my attempts.
With a broken wing, she carries her dreams/
He ignores me, most of the time. But not all the time, I remind myself.
Man, you ought to see her fly/
The fact that he pays me any attention, gives me a slim chance. I'll give it more time. Maybe that's all it needs. But I'm just not ready to give up on Tsume quite yet. So I won't...
With a broken wing.....