Nightingale

I had more than my fair share of love and loss, and tragedy. There's no possible way anyone or anything could make that better. I'm not like and old car that you can just fix up, I'm never gonna run right, I guess that's why no one tries. I can't talk about it, yet I can't forget it. Until he came... Fate was just a name, now it's more real than the ground beneath my feet. How can I let him in, when I'm so far guarded. I need a light to take me home, I kinda need a hero, is it him? I need someone to sing me to sleep, someone to speak to me because I'm feeling like hell. Can he be my nightingale?