Even my tears are tired. I no longer cry for the albatross. I no longer cry for the mariner. I don’t even cry for my lack of tears anymore. I just look at things that break my heart and I feel old and tired instead.
Even my tears are tired. I no longer cry for the albatross. I no longer cry for the mariner. I don’t even cry for my lack of tears anymore. I just look at things that break my heart and I feel old and tired instead.