What a hurtful thing.
How many children dream
Of slipping from their parents' memory
So they won't notice
That bad mark
That broken glass
But oh,
What a hurtful thing to do.
xxx
I'll find you, wherever you are,
I've got love to guide me.
I cross the bridge and there you are,
In your favourite coffee shop, (it used to be another one, your favourite)
Sipping coffee, looking out at the harbour.
You're happy and that makes me
Happy
Sad
Oh, what a hurtful thing to do.
Something's missing from your life
But you don't know, and how could you?
I've learned my lessons well, at school.
xxx
You see me, but
I'm a stranger.
I'm just a stranger to your eyes.
To your hearts?
How easily are hearts betrayed by minds.
xxx
I'll follow you home
Or to what you call home now.
Don't think I'm a stalker,
Just because I'm a stranger to your eyes.
xxx
Ring that doorbell, my scarred heart pounds.
Hello.
I know you don't know me.
Yes, this is a wand, a real one.
I only need a minute.
I'm back.
xxx
I'm back to your hearts and minds.
I love you, mum.
I love you, dad.
I love your tears, and mine, and most of all
That we cry them together.
