Little Eyes - Major League

And I wish I knew better

When I got the news that you were sick again

And God, I wish I was ready

To say goodbye to little eyes again

I’m coming home

The family’s cursed we’re on our own

It’s living hell on earth, I’ve let go

It’s getting worse, I’ve grown to learn

But I don’t have the nerve to say so

Time doesn’t heal slowly

This stays with me inside until the end

My eyes, always look worried

I caught myself outside and looking in

I can’t pretend

The family’s cursed we’re on our own

It’s living hell on earth, I’ve let go

It’s getting worse, I’ve grown to learn

But I don’t have the nerve to say so

I awoke again to another call from home

And I knew just then from the white noise on the phone

I’m coming home

We shine ever so brightly

When we’re miles high above the earth it’s said

This year was never on our side

But I know it will never break us