When will my head give me some rest
It grants good thoughts a last request
Then shows you in that see through dress
Succumbing to his charms
Why should I turn the other cheek
When you\'re still playing hide and seek
The words your mouth refuse to speak
Are setting off alarms
Green eyes release a festered tear
The first to grace my face this year
My concrete jungle feeds your fear
The lady from the farms
When will my broken heart be whole
Emotions regain some control
The darkness leave my sickened soul
And everything it harms
My life no longer feels my own
A drunken night and daily stone
Convince me that I\'m not alone
Despite my empty arms