Danielle Doyle MY BIRD My bird, my bird is a broken thing My bird, my bird’s got broken wings But he still fliiiiiiiiiiiies But he still fliiiiiiiiiiiiies But he still flies My heart, my heart is an old tin can With a string that leads to the palm of your hand But I still tryyyyyyyyyy But I still tryyyyyyyyyy To talk to you Our lives, our lives are two straight lines And never shall the two collide But we still waaaaaaaaaaalk But we still walk My heart, my heart is a broken thing My heart, my heart’s got broken strings But it still loooooooooves But it still loooooooooves But it still loves