May showers made me so blue
death of a love and the embers of what’s left
of the house I grew up in and all I can do is weep
in silence, in silence I weep, but smiles I keep
May, are these the flowers I deserve?
May showers made me so blue
death of a love and the embers of what’s left
of the house I grew up in and all I can do is weep
in silence, in silence I weep, but smiles I keep
May, are these the flowers I deserve?