Текст песни What Dress Will I Wear - Sofia Isella

They count to three
I hope hell has candy
And I'm not worried
Just what dress will I wear when I get buried?

I swear to god, if he is real, I didn't mean to do it
But this time when I saw him, lost the control and I blew it
But you shoulda seen the way he didn't look at me

It's not his fault but it's his fault for not caring about me
What could I have done to make him hold my hand and love me?
That's not the point, I'm going to jail
That's weird

They count to three
I hope hell has candy
And I'm not worried
Just what dress will I wear when I get buried?

They're chasing me
And they're scaring me
So what dress will I wear when I get buried?

I'd sacrifice my own life to go back and erase it
Saying sorry won't let me go back and replace it
Something bout that night keeps me up at night
Dunno what it could be, maybe
It's the fact that I thought that a gun would solve my problems
Every time I look back at it, my brain was the problem
Why am I always the problem?

They count to three
I hope hell has candy
And I'm not worried
Just what dress will I wear when I get buried?

They're chasing me
And they're scaring me
So what dress will I wear when I get buried?

They count to three
I hope hell has candy
And I'm not worried
Just what dress will I wear when I get buried?

They're chasing me
And they're scaring me
So what dress will I wear when I get buried?
What dress will I wear when I get buried?