My grieving is baked
in your pretty fairy cakes
and sold for a pound.
Make me a coffee
and I will pretend to smile,
but this is hurting.
Those angels know me,
(we share a chocolate cake)
And, for now, are gone.
My grieving is baked
in your pretty fairy cakes
and sold for a pound.
Make me a coffee
and I will pretend to smile,
but this is hurting.
Those angels know me,
(we share a chocolate cake)
And, for now, are gone.