Sunday
I woke up wrapped in gray
there was something wrong
something broken
again into me
it's nothin' new
so many times
I've fought in the flood
but now I've learned to rise So now
you tell me it's impossible
to give a smile
when your heart is broken
cry and complain about the same things
everyday
you can pity yourself
but I can see a new way Sometimes I deeply feel the pain
I let it pushes me down
then I close softly my eyes
and I think 'bout my mistakes Like a wonderful picture
you've never seen before
something's growing into you
it's the feeling of reaction