Please forget me, you were right dear,
I am cold and self-involved,
And though I'll miss you, recent lover
I am weak and therefore fold
Get distracted by my music,
think of nothing else but art
I'll write my loneliness in poems,
If I can just think how to start
"But sometimes we get sad about things and we donÂ’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes we are sad but we donÂ’t really know we are sad. So we say we arenÂ’t sad. But really we are."
