I know you're sad, sweetheart, but it will pass And I am on my own dark path, and so I must go She was dear to you all, though not near So you cannot be blamed for feeling low
And if I could fix it, then damn I would But I'm less than just a man to be of aid And even less than usual, I'm afraid One day you'll thank the lord I didn't stay
Oh, oh, oh
What can I say more than that every day That the world, it is unfair and will not change?
Learn from me, bury it all down 'neath It's unhealthy but it sure keeps out the pain And stops you from feeling anyone's to blame 'Cause that just leads to disappointment all your days
But I'm pretty sure that everything will pass Over to that always greener grass
Sinks into the glass' empty half Sinks into the glass' empty
Compositor: Keaton Leslie Henson (Keaton Henson) (PRS)Editor: Kobalt Music Pub Ltd (ABRAMUS)ECAD verificado obra #6660864 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM