Bars - This Is It lyrics

rate me

Dripping blood on your sunday dress

So much baggage, a fucking mess.

Day after day, a life on the ropes.

No use waiting for any hope.

You're just a waste of my breath.

Hope you dig the flowers I wont send.

This time baby, you can't leave.

Pray to that god you'll never see.

You're going to scream when you burn.