The smoke that envelopes my lungs
Is slowly killing me,
But so is the way that your eyes stare into my soul
And understand every part of me..
Those eyes that pierce through mine
And look through the layers of ripped skin
And focus on the beauty inside.
Reminding me that I'll never be able to see myself that way,
The way you're eyes are looking at me
Is slowly
But surely
Killing me.