Bitter کے بول

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