Testo Blub

the stone they carved so perfectly
stands now that you cannot
the flowers soon will be like you too
as the songs turn me to knots

honestly things won't be the same
i hate the way that things have to change
the footprints left in muddy grass
show the people who all care
you can't tell who's crying due to rain
but i know we're all crying here

honestly things won't be the same
i hate the way that things have to change