♬♩ And they say, she’s so Poppy, she’s a star, but she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking, if there’s nothing missing in my life, then why do these tears come at night? ♪♪
It’s like there’s some subtle connection. Subtle like the holocaust. With imagery as well-hidden as a dick in a high-school literature essay. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CqdE2EKhJG4