Sunny days and pretty roses
No longer mean a thing
All my goals, my hopes, my wishes
Have vanished with my dreams.
Sunny days and pretty roses
Cannot stop the bleeding pain
That pumps dully from my heart
Will it ever go away?
Sunny days and pretty roses
They don’t speak ease to me
All the joy they once brought
My eyes no longer see.
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