Testo: Spilt Milk. Other. Salty Eyes.

Life, it seems to me,
ain't always what it's supposed to be
And sure, it hurts sometimes
but so does salt in your eyes

You know I can't sleep at night,
hold a breath deep inside
Let it out with a sigh,
wipe the salt from my eye

You, you bring to me
doubtful eyes and jealousy
They, and you you see,
pry to take these things from me