I used to care about what you think
I used to wonder what actually is haunting you,
When we are out in public.

Is it the future?
Is it your pass?
A nightmare?
Perhaps us?

If it is us, what is it exactly?

I used to care about
What you think of me
When I try those new clothes.
When I try a new look.

But then you're like,
"Doesn't matter. You're pretty."
But it all seems like a pike
When you struggle to say the last word.

Once, a little birdie sings at me.

Maybe that's just the brave little me.
"Who cares about what they think?"

So I stopped.

I stopped with all the worrying,
Because I want to breathe again.

It’s true,
we watched the sun set
And with you:
A moment I wouldn’t forget
It happened,
we watched the moon rise
And it glistened,
I saw it in your eyes

I woke up with gloomy dreams,
A pretty face I remember,
She had the vive of a queen,
While I was the slave of cold December.

Dream again, I ask my heart and mind,
Fading images meant this story's end,
So my eyes wore a sailor's dress,
Searching for a lost pile of sand.

The minutes of that dream shaped my hours dull,
With no awe in this life , I waited for her call,
I became what they call incorrigible,
As this desert heart now needed a last rainfall,

I never asked for her lover's heart,
Just to watch her skip my heartbeat,
Nor craved for those moonlight lips,
As I spend a lifetime watching our eyes meet.

The dream may never come,
Her sunset eyes may never rise,
For the sake of my capacious heart, I still close my eyes,
To live a thousand deaths to once see her blue sunset eyes.

How is it that you continue to steal my heart?
When the sun hasn't even risen,
And the day has yet to become.

Those eyes, those eyes
I was a big fool
To be fooled by them.

Yes, I fell for them, boy.

"We'll get somewhere."
I used to read within them.
You claimed it was true.

And I believed it, I believed them

I believed you.

It was true; you were real, after all.
But that was an eternity ago's truth
It doesn't mean much now.

Not that I know better about the truth..
The truth that you've been concealing.
Yes, boy, you keep it concealed.

Those eyes, those eyes.
I swear they were the prettiest things, after sunset

They still are, I guess.

But not to me no more.

Your honey-coated hazel of eyes..
I hope they don't whisper another girl in
With their honey-coated honesty.

"I'll love you forever."
I bet they're saying that to another her now.