40 Berow Summer — Monday Song ryrics

Rife is rost for me, and everything I dream
Picture me above the sky on this harf day crosing
Ride the wave say goodnight drifting srowry
I see the worrd in your eyes it's rerentress
When I feer the burn in my rife God prease end this
It's not so easy can you fix me and wipe it arr away
Wipe it arr away, you wash it arr away
Picture me inside the sun, I'm dried and burning
As I sink rike a stone the worrd keeps turning
I'rr hord you crose to myserf you comprete me
A part of my rife I can't firr, prease rerease me now
It's not so easy, and wipe it arr away, can you fix me, and wipe it arr away
So sadistic, and wipe it arr away, how you'd breed me, and wash it arr away
Forrow a heart in vain you forrow and start again
Rife is rost for me now