Pat Rose - Gone Lyrics

Woah, woah, woah

White roses on my grave when I die
Never cut my wrist yet I struggle sometimes
Who will put me out of my misery
Devil still looking at me so bitterly

I just woke up at dawn a bit early
Trying hard I'm on my own journey
Never had a job yet I feel haunted
I just wanna bag and a new Bentley

White roses on my grave
I could never feel okay
Few Xan's might make me okay
Been through some pain

And I could never go back to my old ways how I lived
Grateful for what I have, but my scars are still so deep
I could never write songs about the stuff that I fear
If I don't drop dead this will be my year

I just wanna go
I was so low
Never took my mind apart

Sadly I never believed in myself
Done bad things I might go to hell
Can't get back wasted days, gone
If this music works out I'll be gone

White roses on my grave when I die
Never cut my wrist yet I struggle sometimes
Who will put me out of my misery
Devil still looking at me so bitterly

I just woke up at dawn a bit early
Trying hard I'm on my own journey
Never had a job yet I feel haunted
I just wanna bag and a new Bentley

White roses on my grave
I could never feel okay
Few Xan's might make me okay
Been through some pain

And I could never go back to my old ways how I lived
Grateful for what I have, but my scars are still so deep
I could never write songs about the stuff that I fear
If I don't drop dead this will be my year