the eyes don't wanna see...
don't like what there is...
is this how I'm gonna be?
would the solution be a kiss?
the eyes don't like what they see...
they hurt and wanna be shut...
the feelings are all free...
lady, bitch, criminal, slut...
the eyes just wanna dream...
good times elsewhere,
water, sand and sunscreen...
can't afford to be there...
so the eyes go against the sight
warning me of what's not right
life seems an unending fight,
life seems made of only black and white...
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