Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song End, artist - Bumpin Uglies. Album song Go Folk Yourself, in the genre РеггиDate of issue: 16.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bumpin Uglies
Song language: English
End |
| You |
| You won’t get |
| You will not get a single tear |
| Instead |
| Here’s a pint of blood |
| Spread with a pen throughout 16 bars |
| My knees were weak, I’m seeing stars |
| And now |
| My resolve is set |
| I’m gonna embrace the only things I have |
| This guitar and this mic and a frosted glass |
| And I hope |
| I hope for the best |
| Try to remember the good times while I try to forget |
| This fucking mess |
| Because everything was all my fault |
| Or so you made it seem |
| One day this will be forgotten |
| And we can reminisce about the inbetween |
| When we were so in love (Love, love) |
| Felt like something from a dream |
| But now I’m awake |
| Keep my warning, friends |
| Everything with a beginning is included with an end |
| Now |
| Now if |
| Tomorrow if I should die |
| If I die tomorrow |
| I just want to know |
| I wouldn’t trade a single moment |
| Or all the money in the world |
| My love for you ran deeper |
| Than the oceans in your eyes |
| You’re more beautiful to me than all the clouds up in the sky |
| You always asked me for a song |
| I hope that this one is good enough |
| You will never be forgotten |
| But it’s right about time the ties are cut |
| Because everything was all my fault |
| Or so you made it seem |
| One day this will be forgotten |
| And we can reminisce about the inbetween |
| When we were so in love (Love, love) |
| Felt like something from a dream |
| But now I’m awake |
| Keep my warning, friends |
| Everything with a beginning is included with an end |
| I said everything was all my fault |
| Or so you made it seem |
| One day this will be forgotten |
| And we can reminisce about the inbetween |
| When we were so in love (Love, love) |
| Felt like something from a dream |
| But now I’m awake |
| Keep my warning, friends |
| Everything with a beginning has a motherfucking end |