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
Nothing’s new
Nothing’s pretty
Under the sun
Nothing’s new
Nothing’s pretty
Under the sun
Nothing’s new
Nothing’s pretty
Under the sun
Nothing’s new
Nothing’s pretty
Under the sun
Nothing’s new
Nothing’s pretty
Under the sun
Nothing’s new
Nothing’s pretty
Under the sun
Nothing’s new
Nothing’s pretty
Under the sun
Nothing’s new
Nothing’s pretty
Under the sun
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