She makes mountains out of molehills,
being soft like mud yet hard as nails.

A crumb sits on the table top,
whilst coffee drips just like rain drops-
forget me not, guess I forgot -
He really made me laugh a lot
and cry and sing and shake and scream
it could have been the death of me.

From eye to page, from page to pen
with love stretched out from end to end
I wave goodbye to life back then
like needle breaking free from thread