it's surely not forgotten
it's surely not forgotten
though the leaves may die
and a tree survives to blossom
so why does that wheel of life
So when the season comes to pray
that God take mother to her grave
In an endless, frigid, bitter
puts a bullet through her brain
Yeah, why does it have to hurt
Yeah why does it have to hurt
So then I started losing days
and then I fold into the grey
'cause the things that hurt the most
seem to only show their face
And then I start to bleed
and then I start to believe
that I don't wanna be anymore
So why does it have to hurt
Yeah, why does it have to hurt
Yeah, why does it have to hurt
Why couldn't we stay in church