Faraway Eyes

To stop your circulation, would be a mortal sin
To break communication, would mean that you've given in

Another victim to a substance
Another innocent, with no will power to simply quit
There's no sense to try and discuss it
I could tell you 100 times, but not with those faraway eyes

Just a walker with an objective to get a drink in
Try to beat the depression, with another obsession
But it's already setting in, when the time does arise
What will you do about those faraway eyes

Should I call for some help? I can see that your luck has changed
And it's bringing you down

To stop your circulation, would be a mortal sin
To break communication, would mean that you've given in
To the temptation.



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Writer(s): Bobby Richardson
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