Good Riddance
wake up.
and wash away your mourning Wipe away your lies Wipe away your envy
Wipe away your pride Put away our secret letters Put away our past. Wake up to the morning after The morning before the last Wash away you memory Wash your hand of last night Write it of to drugs and drunkeness Hide yourself from light Maybe they will be persuaded Or at least they all will try But try and clear your conscienceness Hide yourself inside Not a poet, or a saint Not a scholar or a rougue Not special, sure as hell not unique Not beautiful or vogue But they dont know that And trust me, i wont tell What i know, is just for me, To gloat of in my hell so wake up Wipe your eyes of mourning I suppose this day is new Theres nothing left of the past. but then again, theres nothing left of you.
and wash away your mourning Wipe away your lies Wipe away your envy
Wipe away your pride Put away our secret letters Put away our past. Wake up to the morning after The morning before the last Wash away you memory Wash your hand of last night Write it of to drugs and drunkeness Hide yourself from light Maybe they will be persuaded Or at least they all will try But try and clear your conscienceness Hide yourself inside Not a poet, or a saint Not a scholar or a rougue Not special, sure as hell not unique Not beautiful or vogue But they dont know that And trust me, i wont tell What i know, is just for me, To gloat of in my hell so wake up Wipe your eyes of mourning I suppose this day is new Theres nothing left of the past. but then again, theres nothing left of you.