Mocking Birds

All of my songs are stolen All of my poems are broken And all of my lines were borrowed But never returned Though I always yearned To sing you back your sorrow I'll sing to you out in the snow Sitting on a branch by your window But you will not come outside because it's warm in your home I can't deny Life's good inside But in there you're still alone Take some time to forgive me I'm sorry if you didn't love me Oh, the one thing I regret is that it didn't go my way I must admit That I'd like to sit And talk about this someday