No man alive can tell what her eyes have seen
Only the right man can recognize the sorrow
That hopeless vast look not caring if she lived to see tomorrow
See the crazy thing is that the eye of the storm is calm
But yet the storm in her eyes is ferocious
Her eyes show a darkness that's deeper than the oceans
See they say the eyes is the window to the soul
But yet them same eyes show that her soul went cold
See her eyes over flow with passion then flood with extensive tears
So she cover her eyes with expensive shades to hide expensive fears
See her eyes can't disguise the phony **** her smile shows
Until the day her eyes saw her husband now her smile glows
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 5:08 AM UTC
No man alive can tell what her eyes have seen
Only the right man can recognize the sorrow
That hopeless vast look not caring if she lived to see tomorrow
See the crazy thing is that the eye of the storm is calm
But yet the storm in her eyes is ferocious
Her eyes show a darkness that's deeper than the oceans
See they say the eyes is the window to the soul
But yet them same eyes show that her soul went cold
See her eyes over flow with passion then flood with extensive tears
So she cover her eyes with expensive shades to hide expensive fears
See her eyes can't disguise the phony **** her smile shows
Until the day her eyes saw her husband now her smile glows
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