raise your hand if you like the way you're treated
and if you didn't raise your hand
then you should raise your standards

i promised you the world

yet you wanted the stars

and when i started reaching up for them

you chose to journey without me

having me watch you leave from afar

how many stars are there in the sky

twinkling lights painted on a blank canvas during the night

we count the stars that make our constellations

we count the galaxies that pass by and wonder about the light that they hold

but i can only focus on one

and during the day it burns bright

my sun

prideful and egoistic

stubborn and unwavering

but then i met you

we had our troubles and it was i who was to blame

it was a good run

and i am not so blind as not to see that i am better now because i met you

but i am still trying to be better even though now it may not be for you

i not the naive boy that came before

but a young man with much to learn

eyes are windows to the soul

it shows how we truly feel

even when our bodies try to glow

eyes are windows to the soul

it shows our true personalities, without fault

even when we try to stay low

eyes are windows to our souls

but i can't seem to see out your window sometimes

the emotions you try not to show