I’m gonna pack my things and leave you behind this feeling’s old and l know that l’ve made up my mind I hope you feel what l felt when you shattered my soul cause you were cruel and l’m a fool So, pleaseee let me go But l love you so.
The sun is not the brightest thing The choir sings To an empty world of finer things Even though it burns, you drown and sink You know I am Washing over you Washing over you
