The Worry Songtext
von Just Fern
The Worry Songtext
Can′t U see that I'm worried about U?
It′s true
I bide my time saying prayers
I doubt'll come true
It's like
Will it? Won′t it?
Will it? Won′t it?
Will it? Won't it?
I could forget
Will it? Won′t it?
Will it? Won't it?
Will it? Won′t it?
Now I've had it!
When you snooze the alarm, oh my heart it aches
When you grab my arm, don′t know when I'll wake
Will you? Won't you?
Will you? Won′t you?
Will you? Won′t you?
What can I do?
Will you? Won't you?
Will you? Won′t you?
Will you? Won't you?
You held own my hands
It felt like a dance
I wanted to die
And get a better life
My neck and your hands
The death of romance
I wanted to cry
Do you know what loving feels like?
Can′t U see that I'm worried about U?
It′s true
All these lies, no surprise
I doubt you'll come through
It's like
Will they? Won′t they?
Will they? Won′t they?
Will they? Won't they?
Is this hair grey?
Will they? Won′t they?
Will they? Won't they?
Will they? Won′t they?
You held own my hands
It felt like a dance
I wanted to die
And get a better life
My neck and your hands
The death of romance
I wanted to cry
Do you know what hurting feels like?
It′s true
I bide my time saying prayers
I doubt'll come true
It's like
Will it? Won′t it?
Will it? Won′t it?
Will it? Won't it?
I could forget
Will it? Won′t it?
Will it? Won't it?
Will it? Won′t it?
Now I've had it!
When you snooze the alarm, oh my heart it aches
When you grab my arm, don′t know when I'll wake
Will you? Won't you?
Will you? Won′t you?
Will you? Won′t you?
What can I do?
Will you? Won't you?
Will you? Won′t you?
Will you? Won't you?
You held own my hands
It felt like a dance
I wanted to die
And get a better life
My neck and your hands
The death of romance
I wanted to cry
Do you know what loving feels like?
Can′t U see that I'm worried about U?
It′s true
All these lies, no surprise
I doubt you'll come through
It's like
Will they? Won′t they?
Will they? Won′t they?
Will they? Won't they?
Is this hair grey?
Will they? Won′t they?
Will they? Won't they?
Will they? Won′t they?
You held own my hands
It felt like a dance
I wanted to die
And get a better life
My neck and your hands
The death of romance
I wanted to cry
Do you know what hurting feels like?
Writer(s): Margaret Romero Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com