I at lest get five people a day tell me how beautiful my eyes are.
Blue eyed beauty you shouldn't cry,
I wish i could dry your eyes...
Your to pretty to cry.
Sometimes i wonder if these people are blind,
I've never seen more sadness behind a set of eyes.
I live behind this fake smile
Sometimes i surprise myself on how happy i can act.
Ive lost every emotion... knocked down with every oz of strength i had.
I feel it in the depths of my stomach,
These butter flys sink like stone.
And now im pondering why i choose to stay in the cold.
My eyes are the darkest blue ive ever laid eyes on.
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