They say that your eyes are more than they seem,
That your eyes are the door to the world,
But what if that door started to close?

They say that realisation is beautiful,
That knowing the truth is good,
Then why is it so hard?
What could I have done to deserve this?

They say that tears are good,
They make room for happiness,
I used to believe them,
I now know that they were lying.

My sight is leaving me fast,
Its eager to get away,
I guess this is goodbye,
The door is shut.