Looking down, I don't want the sun to shine
Don't want it to wince my eyes
Oh no, I never want to wake up
Looking down, I dont want to look you in the face
Cause its changed, it's a warped circle of lace
Eyes sunken in and black, tired from this rat race
My eyes don't look the same as when we first met
Now full of remorse and stuck in a rut
The ashtray is over flowed but you ain't moved yet
So full of cigarettes
Still lost in my regrets.
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 9:57 PM UTC
Looking down, I don't want the sun to shine
Don't want it to wince my eyes
Oh no, I never want to wake up
Looking down, I dont want to look you in the face
Cause its changed, it's a warped circle of lace
Eyes sunken in and black, tired from this rat race
My eyes don't look the same as when we first met
Now full of remorse and stuck in a rut
The ashtray is over flowed but you ain't moved yet
So full of cigarettes
Still lost in my regrets.
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