I looked at her eyes every night,
but she never did notice despite
that I couldn’t take my eyes away
from her soul’s shining light.
What if that thing you always said
you wanted to keep, but not in your head.
Just went on a merry trip to beyond
with an action that is pleasing widespread.
I looked at her eyes every night,
but she never did notice despite
that I couldn’t take my eyes away
from her soul’s shining light.
Slipping through the folds of life
we try to end this grievous strife.
Can she not really see what I feel?
So I just tear away with this knife.
I looked at her eyes every night,
but she never did notice despite
that I couldn’t take my eyes away
from her soul’s shining light.
Tears, dripping down with haste,
From my cheek, to the red they raced.
I can’t see as my vision blurs
From the blood, now a waste.
Slipping through the folds of life
we try to end this grievous strife.
Can she not really see what I feel?
So I just tear away with this knife.
This is a song I wrote.