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Dark eyes, it's hard to say, what you're thinking, day to day.
Understood by many, the opposite of me, I'm sorry for often being so angry.
You're funny, when nothing else is. Never reckless, you seem immune to it.
You once had a dream, and in it I had died. It's funny what a brain thinks up, while you're asleep at night.

You’re funny, when nothing else is. Never reckless, you seem immune to it.
Cold to the touch, I had ice in my veins. Bipolar’s luck, I messed up again.
You once had a dream, and in it I had died. It’s funny what a brain thinks up, while you’re asleep at night.
A physical description just doesn’t say enough, when you’re trying to a explain a person, you know so much.

Cold to the touch, I had ice in my veins. Bipolar’s luck, I messed up again.
You’re always striving to be more, while I’m content with walking the shore.
There’s always something pushing you away, but this time I don’t think it’s gravity.
A physical description just doesn’t say enough, when you’re trying to explain a person, you know so much.
In an animated world, I erased you. But now my only problem is, I can’t replace you.

You’re always striving to be more, while I’m content with walking the shore.
There’s always something pushing you away, but this time I don’t think it’s gravity.
You’re funny, when nothing else is. Never reckless, you seem immune to it.
In an animated world, I erased you. But now my only problem is, I can’t replace you.
Dark eyes, it’s hard to say, what you’re thinking, day to day.










Dark eyes, do you forgive me?





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