I wish sometimes that I could hold my tongue.
But can a baby stop inside its caul?
Look, if the nightingale had never sung,
It wouldn't be a nightingale at all.
It doesn't know the reason why it sings,
Or whether it will make you sad or glad.
Should I blamed for sometimes saying things,
That made you think that you were going mad?
Just as the nightingale is full of notes,
Which cannot help but issue from its beak,
I find that I am full of words in quotes,
Like: "You don't have to listen when I speak."
And: "Don't blame me if your heart is broken."
Or: "Oh, if only I had never spoken."