Mama, tell me why
The birds at the bottom of my heart
Cry with every passing minute
As if it was to console them
Mam, tell me why
All that's moving around me
Only makes me want to cry
Just like the day I came out of your body
If that's what it means to be 20 years old,
I'd rather be a child
If that's what it means to be 20 years old,
I'd rather die right now
Mama, tell me why
I feel empty inside
Even though minutes, hours,
Are still too young to knock me out
Mama, tell me why
The happiness in my hands
Shatters like porcelain
Is it because I'm too clumsy?
Or is it life which doesn't love me anymore?
If that's what it means to be 20 years old,
I'd rather be a child
If that's what it means to be 20 years old,
I'd rather die right now
I know that I will never see it,
That day when I'm as old as you
And when the lines on my face
Are there to stay
You shouldn't hold it against you too much
If you can't console me anymore
It's because the birds at the bottom of my heart
Are in a rush to fly away