Brown eyes crying on a Sunday Morning
Sorrow for a lover that she left behind. Time and time she makes the same mistakes
Monday will be another day in this Hell she calls life .  
She seeks out comfort for her troubled mind .  
All she finds is more sorrow.  
Brown eyes crying on a Tuesday morning.  
Tomorrow there will be no money to get high.  
Down and down she falls  again.  
Wednesday brings more pain that she will suffer alone .  
She seeks out comfort for her troubled mind.  
All she finds is more sorrow .  
Brown eyes crying on a Thursday morning.  
Lines on her mirror she looks down at her face.  
A stranger I have seen in my own mirror.  
Friday she remembers the love that I gave her.  
She seeks out comfort for her troubled mind.  
All she finds is more sorrow.  
Saturday my blue eyes cry for her.  
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- Published: October 21st, 2022 22:49
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