Eyes are the window to the soul
But you already know that

Everyone said don't look
a murderer in the eyes
unless you want to see
the devil inside

But i was a curious little girl
when no one was looking
except for him, my eyes couldn't help
but wander toward his

When i saw his eyes i had to silence my gasp
not because i saw the devil
but because i saw myself
his eyes only mirrored mine

Maybe it wasn't the presence of something
but the lack anything that led him to become the murderer