My tea*s gone cold I*m wondering why ...
I got out of bed at all.
The morning rain clouds up my window..
and I can*t see at all.
And even if I could it*ll all be gray,
But your picture on my wall,
It reminds me, that it*s not so bad,
it*s not so bad..
I got out of bed at all.
The morning rain clouds up my window..
and I can*t see at all.
And even if I could it*ll all be gray,
But your picture on my wall,
It reminds me, that it*s not so bad,
it*s not so bad..
