Oscar Rose
Blub
the stone they carved so perfectly
stands now that you cannot
the flowers soon will be like you too
as the songs turn me to knots
honestly things won't be the same
i hate the way that things have to change
the footprints left in muddy grass
show the people who all care
you can't tell who's crying due to rain
but i know we're all crying here
honestly things won't be the same
i hate the way that things have to change
From Letras Mania