“You will love, you will be loved.
You will grow up, and do so much.
You will be strong, you will be sung.
By all the mermaids. Silver mermaids…”
Was I wrong? Should I have run?
I wanted all, I wanted young
And portrait faces…I was taken.
Did I love? I didn’t care.
Did I grow up? Well, unaware.
And was I strong? And was I sung?
How do I haunt Trafalgar fog
And find I want so much, still want…
i don’t mind washing dishes as long as i can listen to duncan.