THIS IS IT by BARS Dripping blood on your sunday dress So much baggage, a fucking mess. Day after day, a life on the ropes. No use waiting for any hope. You're just a waste of my breath. Hope you dig the flowers I wont send. This time baby, you can't leave. Pray to that god you'll never see. You're going to scream when you burn. [ www.dailyrics.com ] THISISIT by BARS