Bitter

Korantemaa

Compositor: Korantemaa

Wednesday held my hand
As we walked and he sparkled
My cheeks turned red
And I got softer

Told me how his trust
Had been shattered
He turned transparent
And I got weaker

Now all thats left
Tastes bitter
Now all thats left
Tastes bitter

Wednesday always asks
“Won’t you come and see me”
But when I knocked on his door
No one was home

Told me about his nights
And all his bad days (yeaah)
And I tried my best
To be his freind

Now all that’s left
Tastes bitter
Now all thats left
Tastes bitter

Nothing’s new
Nothing’s pretty
Under the sun

Nothing’s new
Nothing’s pretty
Under the sun

Nothing’s new
Nothing’s pretty
Under the sun

Nothing’s new
Nothing’s pretty
Under the sun

Nothing’s new
Nothing’s pretty
Under the sun

Nothing’s new
Nothing’s pretty
Under the sun

Nothing’s new
Nothing’s pretty
Under the sun

Nothing’s new
Nothing’s pretty
Under the sun

Nothing’s new
Nothing’s pretty
Under the sun