Don’t nobody tell me that God don’t have a sense of humor Cause now that I want to live Well everybody around me is dying Now that I finally want to live the ones I love are dying
Becoming friends with a noose that I made and I been trying to untie it Make it into something useful or maybe hang it through a window pane Turn it into a fire escape
It tastes so bitter on my tongue The truth’s a killer But I can’t leave it alone
You don’t remember my name somedays or that we’re related Triggers my worry Who else am I gonna lose before I am ready? And who’s gonna lose me?
It tastes so bitter on my tongue The truth’s a killer But I can’t leave it alone
If you know love Best prepare to grieve Let it into your open heart and Then prepare to let it leaveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
