She had
The most
Beautiflul
Pair of
Sad eyes

Kissing the sweet honey
Off your lips
Is my favorite
Thing to do

I tangled myself up
In the problems
I made
In my own
Head

Come here child
And tell me of how the universe has been unfair to you. Tell me of your heart breaks of your lost of your flowers wilting on your windowsill. Tell me of the pain that has made you bitter and tell me of the dark. Tell me child of how the universe has been unfair to you.