Honestly, no one's going to care about the songs I sing Unless they can include some form of irony No one's going to care about the truth Even though you might be the sweetest girl I've every known I find it kinda hard just to tell you so I know you won't believe that it's the truth
Blessings that you need always seem to come just a day too late
Honestly, no one's going to care about the songs I sing Unless they can include some form of irony No one's going to care about the truth
And even though I love you so My choices don't reflect it well Blessings that you need always seem to come just a day too late
Honestly, no one's going to care about the songs I sing Unless they can include some form of irony No one's going to care about the truth