This story started when mom and dad broke up in the 90's
About the same time mom's father died of heart attack
I was crushed in school, we broke hearts
Nobody brought roses to the doorway
It was the end when dad went to jail
He couldn't run from the cops
Mom left to Siberia, she did nothing else than was against communism
Just being here is hard sometimes
Sometimes you're hurt by everything that's relevant to you
Sometimes it's hard to believe in God
I'm not sure if He's real
They say that the most important thing here is to be happy
And we laughed, but not for too long
When the song we sang to you in your funeral
Went like this:
And the water was black, mom wore a black dress
And the priest got coffee to drink
And dad was drunk, how else could've it been
Snow made an angel to the doorway
I remember when I walked by Vantaanjoki as a kid
I wondered what it feels like to drown
There has been times and stuff to think about
So much I've just wanted to fall asleep
It's familiar to many of us
I respect all of them
To everyone who tries to survive no matter how much it hurts
This only happens in movies
Or in August, so the ones who stand out
Would have no problems
It's dark inside my head, no-one sees it
The only thought I have is wrong, the second one is the extremity
I've met thousands of sweet, suicidal girls
Guys just don't want to open up
And I, myself, understand that now
That the time you lose will never come back
I stood on the bridge, there was fog in the air
I thought of jumping but the water was black
And the water was black, mom wore a black dress
And the priest got coffee to drink
And dad was drunk, how else could've it been
Snow made an angel to the doorway
And the water was black, mom wore a black dress
And the priest got coffee to drink
And dad was drunk, how else could've it been
Snow made an angel to the doorway