The white dress she's wearing don't
mean that she's feeling so clean inside
Oh, how she wishes that she had died
For the thing that nobody will ever hear cry
And the sun keeps on rising each morning precisely at dawn
And the tears that are rolling as her friends keep consoling
That it could have happened to anyone
Aren't buying excuses for yesterday's uses
For someone else's tomorrow
The white dress she's wearing don't
mean that she's feeling so clean inside
Oh,
how she wishes that she had died
For the thing that nobody will ever hear cry
And the sun keeps on rising each morning precisely