Let I'M a Piece of Sheet, So Be It

Let I'm a piece of sheet, so be it, The scrap of yours, the scrap of them, I have no pity (I don't need it) for past, I burnt I loved I ran my soul (and it was very silly) to playful eyes of yours, and bounce my brig has wrecked, there was no feeling since this time. Oh, there was no us! Yes, I'm a piece of sheet, I'm tired to stand my suffering (it's fine) so long so hopeless in quiet riot I trust new copybook with time accept me in its embrace newly in spite of evil and my woes, My wings will lift me up, they truly big, they are gorgeous, of course. Let I was good in my confessions, No, I'm not piece of sheet at all, Oh, I was written with my passions, But I am clean now, and my soul is open, I'm not scared of falling, My wings are lightly in the hight, New hand will touch clean sheet with morning, New copybook will frame my flight.