**Verse 1**:
Morning light creeps through the blinds,
Eyes half-open, still confined.
In the kitchen, hope is born,
But those burnt beans leave me torn.
**Chorus**:
Burnt beans, the bitterness I feel,
Life’s harsh flavors, oh, they’re all too real.
Grind and brew, but the taste remains,
A cup of sorrow in coffee's stains.
**Verse 2**:
Steam rises, whispers of disdain,
Each sip reminds me of the pain.
Hoping for warmth, finding regret,
In every drop, I can't forget.
**Chorus**:
Burnt beans, the bitterness I feel,
Life’s harsh flavors, oh, they’re all too real.
Grind and brew, but the taste remains,
A cup of sorrow in coffee's stains.
**Bridge**:
Stirring memories with every spoon,
Bitterness lingers like a haunting tune.
Dreams of sweetness, a fleeting wisp,
But burnt beans tighten their bitter grip.
**Verse 3**:
Tick-tock, the clock moves slow,
As the coffee cools, so does my woe.
Yet every morning, I return,
To those burnt beans, and lessons learned.
**Chorus**:
Burnt beans, the bitterness I feel,
Life’s harsh flavors, oh, they’re all too real.
Grind and brew, but the taste remains,
A cup of sorrow in coffee's stains.
**Outro**:
Empty cup, the day moves on,
Bitterness fades with the dawn.
But in my heart, the taste persists,
Burnt beans, a bitterness that resists.