6 am on Sunday morning when they came around Put on the darkest clothes and try to blend into the crowd Wish I could join, shed a tear Say how great I was 6 am on Sunday morning
Bring me flowers Say goodbye then, please Put me to rest
Life is a mess that makes you mad You try so hard to make it count That's why a funeral is pretty damn sad 'Cause in the end you realize You already been through hell
Should've been a bit more honest to myself sometimes Got stuck in all the drama, man, I was way too nice So many things I'd like to say But I'll keep my feelings under ground Now if I'm just bеing honest (I just wish that you would)
Bring me flowers Say goodbyе then, please Put me to rest
Life is a mess that makes you mad You try so hard to make it count That's why a funeral is pretty damn sad 'Cause in the end you realize You already been through hell
Life is a mess that makes you mad I tried so hard to make it count But now that I'm done I find it's really not sad 'Cause in the end I realize That I have no problems leftTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
