I wrote this song, since my dog died, I cried this morning...
im feelin freedom
no i dont know why
its not cause my dog died
or how she was
or
how she was put to sleep
not cleaning shit up, after all
when good comes to worse
that scratches only the surface
i serve a purpose
knowing i can help myself
opening and closing shelves
put away the cuttery and the silver ware
when you its the shoes you wear
you aways wear a pair
when someone dieds
the square turns into a sun
when i look up, i always know thiers a sun
i aint saying im not afraid
because one day, that sun is going burn out
