And everyday she'd go to the river with a message in a bottle sayin'
'Please, God help me I don't wanna live to see tommarow'
Each day she'd scrounge for a tiny shred of hope
Just to wish the bottle would stay afloat
But every single solitary day, the bottle seems to sink
I don't know why but the bottle always sinks
She never sees it happen, but the bottle always sinks
Now only the bottom of the river knows what she really thinks.
IIN that i feel i have no other choice than to bottle my emotions?
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And everyday she'd go to the river with a message in a bottle sayin'
'Please, God help me I don't wanna live to see tommarow'
Each day she'd scrounge for a tiny shred of hope
Just to wish the bottle would stay afloat
But every single solitary day, the bottle seems to sink
I don't know why but the bottle always sinks
She never sees it happen, but the bottle always sinks
Now only the bottom of the river knows what she really thinks.