Funny how it seems to be a joke
I hang on to my soul
Trying not to fall
But I was gifted with a hope
And a pain
I have no room for rues at all
Just a sigh
I'm dying for every
Single thing you said and you did
A day in the sun and a promise made
To a wind that heard
A long, long time ago
Here it blows
It brings me petals of April
And leads me home
'Cause sometimes
You die for every
Little thing they say and they do
