M. T. Hadley Rattle
You will feel nothing but heartache
Heartache
Heartache and doom
You will see nothing but mistakes
Mistakes
As tragedy blooms
You got sick
And wouldn't wake up
A storm in a cup
The doctors tried
Without any luck
And your heart it died
You will feel nothing but heartache
Heartache
Heartache and doom
You will see nothing but mistakes
Mistakes
As tragedy blooms
The cold it came
And left your limbs limp
They thought that was it
You opened your eyes
A tear was shed
A life was realised
You will feel nothing but heartache
Heartache
Heartache and doom
You will see nothing but mistakes
Mistakes
As tragedy blooms