tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you

tragedy-eight

tragedy, oh tragedy,
such a nasty word
you hated it too
I remembered when we watched romeo and juliet

and you cried in my arms
it was the best moment in my life,
but my shirt was soaking wet and I don't bother having it dry

we held our hands closed together and our legs like branches from a growing tree
our love like the flame of a fire,
but it's a tragedy

you'd love me and I'd die
I'd love you back and you'd cry
we were simply not meant to be
and I hate to say it,
but that's tragedy