MARVA lyrics : "Bittersweet Sunday"
trying to feel my dreams and hopes
I know you still don't like my music
Hearing your truth could make this work
You get so intense when my faith has vanished
While compassion is all I was looking for
Bittersweet Sunday may it always be
as you get closer to the worst part of me
You tell me to grow up, but why?
What's so wrong on 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 the same
How diverse we once used to be
But kept going anyway
But kept going anyway
Bittersweet Sunday may it always be
as you get closer to the worst part of me
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