Chaos77Punk
01-12-2005, 07:32 PM
This is more of just a poem then lyrics for a song.. but it's the first song I've written with a lot of thought, and I had good inspiration for it too.
Brown Eyes, Blue Eyes
When I'm looking through a pair of brown eyes, what do I see?
A pair of low-life blue eyes staring back at me.
I can't help but feel the hatred of the color,
So I make fun of them for wearing that green collar.
Pick on them, beat on them, it makes me feel superior.
Even though it's just a color, I don't want to look at it,
for it makes me feel sick.
Brown Eyes, Blue Eyes.
Staring back at me.
Brown Eyes, Blue Eyes.
What do I see?
Brown Eyes, Blue Eyes.
A world of hatred that surrounds me.
So now the sides have turned, and what do I see?
A pair of high-life blue eyes staring back at me.
I can still feel the hatred for the color,
But now I can feel that stupid green collar.
I'm pick on, I'm beat up, I feel like a low-life.
Even though it's just a color, I don't want to look at it,
for it makes me feel sick.
Brown Eyes, Blue Eyes.
Staring back at me.
Brown Eyes, Blue Eyes.
What do I see?
Brown Eyes, Blue Eyes.
A world of hatred that surrounds me.
When surrounded by a world full of hate,
Even little kids can tell the difference.
So either brown eyes or blue eyes staring back at you,
You can't help but feel the pity for the color.
Perhaps we should teach society a lesson.
Brown Eyes, Blue Eyes
When I'm looking through a pair of brown eyes, what do I see?
A pair of low-life blue eyes staring back at me.
I can't help but feel the hatred of the color,
So I make fun of them for wearing that green collar.
Pick on them, beat on them, it makes me feel superior.
Even though it's just a color, I don't want to look at it,
for it makes me feel sick.
Brown Eyes, Blue Eyes.
Staring back at me.
Brown Eyes, Blue Eyes.
What do I see?
Brown Eyes, Blue Eyes.
A world of hatred that surrounds me.
So now the sides have turned, and what do I see?
A pair of high-life blue eyes staring back at me.
I can still feel the hatred for the color,
But now I can feel that stupid green collar.
I'm pick on, I'm beat up, I feel like a low-life.
Even though it's just a color, I don't want to look at it,
for it makes me feel sick.
Brown Eyes, Blue Eyes.
Staring back at me.
Brown Eyes, Blue Eyes.
What do I see?
Brown Eyes, Blue Eyes.
A world of hatred that surrounds me.
When surrounded by a world full of hate,
Even little kids can tell the difference.
So either brown eyes or blue eyes staring back at you,
You can't help but feel the pity for the color.
Perhaps we should teach society a lesson.