I think I know how Romeo felt
When Juliet “died”
When she was “poisoned”, and hung out to dry

A peculiar feeling, of sadness and grief
And suffering stronger than any means
But I must keep quiet because no one was lost
I fear they’d never understand the undying cost

I don’t know if it’s costs me, or if it costs them
For when they leave, I begin to cry again
I suspect they don’t want to me to...