Bitter

Korantemaa

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

Korantemaa