What happened to the good time music I don't wanna sing about dark things Wanna see what the sunshine can bring I don't wanna love, I wanna have a fling
Dearly beloved, We're gathered here to mourn, The death of the young one, The death of your first born. And he tried, tried to understand, Why his lungs
Fists Packed and Back to back we stan togethr ready for the worst So many friendships tried and tested fell to lesser tasks and with this love i give
