your eyes are blue
while mine are just brown
you always told me mine were prettier
and i always disagreed

somewhere along the way
i guess i started believing you
seeing a million hues inside my eyes
instead of the plainness i was used to

one day you made me feel worthless
and commented on how pretty my eyes looked later
but i guess her eyes were prettier and you needed more than brown

now you’re gone and i’m still here
hating the eyes that you loved and missing yours