Am G I’m bored with my fateAm Want to take care of my gardenG My dreams are kind of fakeAm My final days will be so hardG Am Always wanted to pickup flowersG But the weather never helpedAm All I have is sad hoursG Am It doesn’t matter, it never didG The nothingness is our ultimate goalAm Perhaps thing else may be seenG Am It doesn’t matter , all is routineG Am It doesn’t matter, it never did,G Am it doesn’t matter I’m already sick.G I live in a hurryAm Sameness with no gloryG Am It doesn’t matter, never didG Am It doesn’t matter, I’m already sick.
It Doesnt Matter
Edval Andrade
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