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In your white lace and your wedding bells |
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You look the picture of contented new wealth |
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But from the on-looking fool who believed your lies |
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I wish this grave would open up and swallow me alive |
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For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow |
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The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows |
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When the wheel of fortune broke, you fell to me |
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Out of grey skies to change my misery |
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The vacant spot, your beating heart took its place |
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Now watch smoke leave my lips and fill an empty room |
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For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow |
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The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows |
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The bitterest pill is mine to take |
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If I took it for a hundred years, I couldn't feel any more ill |
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The bitterest pill is mine to take |
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If I took it for a hundred years, I couldn't feel any more ill |
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Now autumn's breeze blows summer's leaves through my life |
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Twisted and broken dawn, no days with sunlight |
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The dying spark, you left your mark on me |
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The promise of your kiss, but with someone else |
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For the bitterest pill is mine to swallow |
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The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows |
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The bitterest pill is mine to take |
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If I took it for a hundred years, I couldn't feel anymore ill! |
