paroles de chanson the funeral song - Victoria

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 being honest
(I just wish that you would)
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
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 left