Someone Else's Eyes
Walking through the street, no shoes on his feet
Hoping to get high before morning
And no one really cares if he's here or if he's there
If he's got a family left to support him
But the truth is he's been smoking crack since he was seventeen
And the only family he's got left are the pills he takes to sleep
And the world around him shuts him out, too afraid to see his pain
They all turn their backs, or close their eyes and walk the other way
Smoke, choke, cough, drop, find a way to make it stop
Shoot, hit, miss, fit, there's no way to get off of it
Begging on the corner, except on Sundays
Where you'll hear her praying: "Lord please forgive me"
And people stop and stare, look at her arms, look at her hair
Drop in a dime to make her cup look less empty
But the truth is every cent she gets doesn't really belong to her
And the backwards smiles and hand gestures don't change the way it hurts
Still people stop and stare at her, trying to understand her pain
But in the end, they all just turn their backs and walk the other way
Smoke, choke, cough, drop, find a way to make it stop
Shoot, hit, miss, fit, there's no way to get off of it
Smoke, choke, cough, drop, find a way to make it stop
Shoot, hit, miss, fit, there's no way to get off of it
Oh, nobody wants to see the world through someone else's eyes, through someone else's eyes
Oh, nobody wants to look inside and see the way we compromise, the way we compromise
Oh, nobody wants to see the world through someone else's eyes, through someone else's eyes
Oh, nobody wants to look inside and see the way we compromise, yeah
But I'll stand in front of you, like I've got something to prove
Hoping to get high off the moment
People stare at me, like I know what to believe
Like this music somehow makes me less empty
When we're all just
Smoking, choking, coughing, dropping, trying to delay the way to our coffin
Shooting, hitting, missing the point of life
Smoking, choking, coughing, dropping, trying to delay the way to our coffin
Shooting, hitting, missing the point of life
Hoping to get high before morning
And no one really cares if he's here or if he's there
If he's got a family left to support him
But the truth is he's been smoking crack since he was seventeen
And the only family he's got left are the pills he takes to sleep
And the world around him shuts him out, too afraid to see his pain
They all turn their backs, or close their eyes and walk the other way
Smoke, choke, cough, drop, find a way to make it stop
Shoot, hit, miss, fit, there's no way to get off of it
Begging on the corner, except on Sundays
Where you'll hear her praying: "Lord please forgive me"
And people stop and stare, look at her arms, look at her hair
Drop in a dime to make her cup look less empty
But the truth is every cent she gets doesn't really belong to her
And the backwards smiles and hand gestures don't change the way it hurts
Still people stop and stare at her, trying to understand her pain
But in the end, they all just turn their backs and walk the other way
Smoke, choke, cough, drop, find a way to make it stop
Shoot, hit, miss, fit, there's no way to get off of it
Smoke, choke, cough, drop, find a way to make it stop
Shoot, hit, miss, fit, there's no way to get off of it
Oh, nobody wants to see the world through someone else's eyes, through someone else's eyes
Oh, nobody wants to look inside and see the way we compromise, the way we compromise
Oh, nobody wants to see the world through someone else's eyes, through someone else's eyes
Oh, nobody wants to look inside and see the way we compromise, yeah
But I'll stand in front of you, like I've got something to prove
Hoping to get high off the moment
People stare at me, like I know what to believe
Like this music somehow makes me less empty
When we're all just
Smoking, choking, coughing, dropping, trying to delay the way to our coffin
Shooting, hitting, missing the point of life
Smoking, choking, coughing, dropping, trying to delay the way to our coffin
Shooting, hitting, missing the point of life
Credits
Writer(s): David Unsworth
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