A little bird told me to cry,
to let it out and let it fly.

A little dog told me to lie,
to pretend it was alright.

A little boy told me to run,
to feel the wind and cold and be done.

A little baby smiled at me,
I smiled back, to that lovely baby.

A little tear told me that it was over,
and just to let it go.

I guess I'll never forgive my little boy,
for breaking my little heart.