I miss your eyes, I miss how they look into mine.
But now they look into someone else's.
And they sparkle as you smile at her.

Every emotion played out on your face,
from happiness when you kiss her,
to contempt when you look back at me.

I see them sometimes, your bright eyes.
Next to those shining green ones.
It's hard to look at them,
cause I know you're over me.

Oh no, I'll never forget the color of your eyes,


but you've forgotten mine.