Watching the waves stumble over each other,full of life.
Watching The sea glass glimmer,under the vibrant sunlight.
How can all these things,so beautiful
How can all these things,so beautiful, h u r t so much ?
Why are tears rolling down, my cheeks
Why are tears rolling down, my cheeks when there's nothing to cry about?
I feel the sand on my t o e s Remembering what fun we had
when y o u were in the picture
In MY picture
I rub my feet,because the sand hurts. It reminds me how you're gone
And how broken things seem
I sob I clench my fists. I want to scream. What use is it? You'll still be g o n e. Everything will still be b r o k e n.
Unless I f i x it.