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Dysfunction (March 2008)

Troubled eyes, troubled lives
Slowly severing my sanity
I close my eyes, troubled eyes
Can’t let it wash over me
I clench a fist, squeeze ever tight
Won’t let go, ’till you bathe me in light
Troubled eyes, troubled lives
Let me replace the night

“It’s dark!” I cry, the tears they fall
Can’t see a thing, anything at all
Troubled eyes, troubled lives
Darkened, blinded by the fright

Salty and hot, they run their course
Voice can’t keep up, erratic and hoarse
Troubled eyes, troubled lives…
Troubled eyes, troubled lives

Chantal ✗


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