Eyes behind me, I hear you speak
Telling me things I cannot bear
Tell me I'm everything I wish I wasn't
Take the strength away from my arms
My heart takes these stories as evidence for hell
May I somehow forget
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I don't see your eyes but your eyes speak volumes
I can hear them telling me everything I don't want to hear.
What they tell me is that I'm worth less than the man I am.
They tell me about the strength you've taken away from my arms.
Your eyes tell my heart stories I can't help but believe.
I can only hope now to forget, to leave your eyes in your head where they belong.
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