Bittersweet Sunday

I remember golden Sunday mornings

Lying peacefully under our love's tree

I knew deep inside me this couldn't last forever

A breeze of doubt would poison my thoughts

You get so intense that my faith has vanished

But compassion is all I was looking for

Bittersweet Sunday may it always be

As you get closer to the worst part of me

Oh, part of me

You keep on telling me to grow up, but why?

What's so wrong with just being me?

Should I mature or free my mind?

I'm not even sure what works best for me

Still wondering who we are every time we try to think alike

How diverse we once used to be but kept going anyway

But kept going anyway, but kept going anyway...

Bittersweet Sunday may it always be

As you get closer to the worst part of me

Oh, part of me

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