End of the Day
At the end of the day, what is there truly left to say?
When we leave this world and friends and family begin to pray
Do any words needs said?
They've all already spoken all their thoughts
They thought you were a whore
That you were a bitch
That you were so rude
And that it's you they'd really like to hit
So what left are we say with all those whispers already of way?
We say at the end of the day
how much we loved you and while we cry
with think of the new Mercedes with the inheretence you will buy.
At the end of the day, there's only way that we let this be okay
Because at the end of the day, we all fade away
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