This story begins when mom and dad broke up in the 90's
Around the same time grandpa died of a heart attack
I was crushed in school,
hearts were broken
No one brought roses to my door
It was the final stop when dad went to jail, he couldn't run away from cops
Mom went Siberia, she only opposed the commies
Sometimes just being is difficult, sometimes only the things relevant to you cause you pain
Sometimes it's difficult to believe in god, I don't know if he's real
They say that the most important thing to do is to be happy
And then we laughed, but not for long
Cause the song we sang for you at the funeral went like this:
And the water was black, mom was wearing a black dress
And the priest got coffee to drink, too
And dad was drunk, how else?
Snow made an angel to the hall
I remember when as a kid, I walked along the Vantaanjoki river, wondering what would happen if I drowned
I've had times, and thoughts in my head that I've just wanted to sleep
This is familiar to many of us, I take my hat off to them,
To everyone who is trying to cope even though it hurts
This only happens in movies, or in August that the people who stand out from the mass would have no problems
Darkness inside my head, no one sees it
The only thought is wrong, the other extremity
I've seen thousands of cute, suicidal girls
"dudes just don't open up"
And now I understand that myself
that time you lose just never returns
I was standing on a bridge
It was foggy
I thought that I would jump
But the water was black
And the water was black, mom was wearing a black dress
And the priest got coffee to drink, too
And dad was drunk, how else?
Snow made an angel to the hall
And the water was black, mom was wearing a black dress
And the priest got coffee to drink, too
And dad was drunk, how else?
Snow made an angel to the hall