The flowers are wrinkled and she,
She still don't understand"¦
The measures a man can go,
Oh, bless her soul. *
The tears are no longer falling
But what happens when the rivers dries?
It leaves you dying inside
But it's not her fault, but she can't go on
Thinking there's something she could have done,
That she could have done
And the song is slowly dying, but you went so fast
Why were we, why were we so unkind?
And now there's no words to say that will ever change
The way you took your life... with the slip of a finger.
And he looks in the mirror and he, he's filled with hate
The enemy so many times escaped
But it's not his fault but he
No he can't go on thinking
Things could have been different
if he'd have held his tongue
And the song is slowly dying but you went so fast
Why were we, why were we so unkind?
And now there's no words to say that will ever change the way you went
The way you left this world
And the song is slowly dying but you went so fast,
Why were we so unkind?
And now there's no words to say that will ever change
The way you took your life"¦ with the slip of a finger.