Margot

Margot
Margot stands alone in her apartment
Closes the curtains to shut out the light
‘cause the walls are grey and high and empty
Not like she’s used to, the yellow paint
Margot please it’s a game you play
But the responsibility is in your hands
So instead of showing you pity
I give you a slap in the back
Margot, one day you’re gonna thank me for that
Hush, easy now with the heartache
It’s gonna
Oh, ease it somehow, the heartache
Or it will grow old with you
Or it will grow old with you
Margot lies buried in tears all day
All too embarrassed to show her face
Holding on to every feeling
Embracing it dearly, the fear and the past
Margot, there’s no wrong in being weak sometimes
No harm in crying and giving into your fears
But making it your daytime, your morning and your night
Margot, that’s a foolish way of living your life