Bluebird (Reprise)

This took on a new meaning. It had to be reposted to get the point across. I debated on Back to Black. This obviously doesn't have the meaning of Back to Black in the way it was written. I have to go back to myself, which I see as the black in that song-- as I said, not at all the same meaning. I also debated on Scar Tissue by RHCP, just for certain parts.

Obviously, I am expressing myself with music. As always, but this time it's working. Score.

Bluebird by Sara Barielles
Word came through in a letter,
One of us changing our minds.
You won't need to guess who, since I usually do,
Not send letters to me that are mine.

Told you I saw this coming,
That I'd practically packed up my things.
Was glad at the time that I'd said I was fine but,
All honesty knows, I wasn't ready, no.

And so here we go bluebird,
Back to the sky on your own.
Oh let him go bluebird,
Ready to fly,
You and I,
Here we go.
Here we go.

This pair of wings worn and rusted,
Like a carnival ride in the rain.
They can carry me swear to be,

Sturdy and strong but see,
Turning them on still causes me pain.

Leave my love in a letter,
Went to the bes on your side.
Fine gathered my things, I'll make the best of these wings,
And me and my bird take to the sky.

And so here we go bluebird,
Gather your strength and rise up.
Oh let him go bluebird.
Oh let him go bluebird.
Oh let him go bluebird.
Ready to fly,
You and I,
Here we go.
Here we go...