them know they're loved Then it's the easiest thing in the world to love someone It's not the easiest thing in the world to show your tears It's not
's cool She sends me postcards every day But for me the hardest part is knowing That she's never ever read my poems I was her clown I made her smile She
Beautiful creatures we are in disgrace Makes me want to bury my head in shame The sea is in torment and all's not well Soon we'll have no stories left