Bittersweet Sunday

I remember golden Sunday mornings
Lying peacefully under our love's tree
I knew deep inside me this couldn't last forever
A breeze of doubt would poison my thoughts
You get so intense that my faith has vanished
But compassion is all I was looking for

Bittersweet Sunday may it always be
As you get closer to the worst part of me
Oh, part of me

You keep on telling me to grow up, but why?
What's so wrong with 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 alike
How diverse we once used to be but kept going anyway
But kept going anyway, but kept going anyway...

Bittersweet Sunday may it always be
As you get closer to the worst part of me
Oh, part of me

Instrumental



Credits
Writer(s): Marva Voulgari
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