These Days
Gabriele Cappello
published on C-Heads Magazine http://www.c-heads.com/2012/12/21/deborah-parcesepe-by-gabriele-cappello-for-c-heads/
My hand to God, I didn't mean to...
After all...Look, what we've been through...
Men come in different shades....
That's how we're made...
The little house on Ellis Drive...
...Is where I felt most alive...
The oak tree covered that old Ford...
I miss it, Lord....I miss it, Lord...
These blood red eyes, don't see so good...
but what's worse is if they could...
...would I change my ways?
Waisted times, broken dreams, violent colors so obscene....
It's all I see these days...
Watch what you say, the devil is listenin',
he's got ears that you wouldn't believe...
And brother once you go to him...
It's your soul, you can never,never retrieve
These blood red eyes don't see so good,
but what's worse is if they could...
would I change my ways?
Waisted times and broken dreams, violent colors so obscene...
It's all I see these days...
