© 2009 Mark Cote
as I close my eyes to a world that preys on it's young
the more I see the clearer black it becomes
when life makes you trip and fall in disgrace
they're only there to kick dirt in your face
(chorus) Why, why, why can't they see
what has happened to me
my world now upside down
no caring soul around
why, why, why can't you see
what is left
what is left of me
as I close my ears to songs the birds no longer sing
replaced by a jagged vultures wings
swoop down on you if you show a flaw
with a dirty blood-stained sharpened claw
(chorus)
as I close my mouth to the pains I endure
no ears hear so speak it no more
so in my mind is where I reside
the safest place for me to hide
(chorus)
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