I go through guys
Like I go through food
Which isn't a lot
I'm not a thot

I may know the boys
That hang in the back of the class
But that doesn't mean I do stuff
Just assuming so **** much

Your stare is cold
Spirit is dead
Eyes icy blue
They definitely fit you

Your eyes clash with mine
Blue straight through brown
Why do you keep glaring?
Better yet, why are you still staring?

I can't identify that look
I don't know what to think
I don't know you well enough
That look is far from love

Your blue eyes they scare me
My brown eyed demon is gone
You noticed this long ago
*What all do you know?