Look into my eyes and tell me what you see.
If you see someone who cares for you, then those eyes no longer belong to me.
Look into my eyes, a reflection of my heart.
If you see someone that still longs for you, then you're simply looking at shards.
Look into my eyes, and try to read my soul.
If you see someone who's holding a piece of you, then that's not mine at all.
You used to tell me that I was yours,
I hope that now you see, that I don't believe you anymore.
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 9:27 AM UTC
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see.
If you see someone who cares for you, then those eyes no longer belong to me.
Look into my eyes, a reflection of my heart.
If you see someone that still longs for you, then you're simply looking at shards.
Look into my eyes, and try to read my soul.
If you see someone who's holding a piece of you, then that's not mine at all.
You used to tell me that I was yours,
I hope that now you see, that I don't believe you anymore.
They see the person they've lost, not the person I've found.
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