yeatsgrave

Here I stand, head in hand
my face turns to the wall
if, shes gone, I cant go on
feeling too fucking small

Everywhere, people stare
Each and every day
I can see them laugh at me
and hear what they say

"Hey, youve got to hide your love away "

How can I even try?
I can never win
Hearing them, seeing them,
In the state Im in

How could she
say to me, "love will find a way"?
gather round all you clowns
let me hear you say

"Hey, youve got to hide your love away"