. . . and or trash it?
Her eyes
Are soft and green now
Like she wears a crown
And I
Waste my time somehow
Like I wear frown
And she
Looks over and laughs
At me
And now
Her eyes are
Hard and brown and dead
And we
Stand behind each others eyes
And shoes
And live a day of pain
That’ll never go away
Oh we
We will never
Never see
The daylight
at noon,
and the night will come to soon.
And the morning then will break,
and so will we now
Our eyes
Will then turn away
Turn the color
of grey
Her eyes
Are soft and green now
Like she wears a crown
And I
Waste my time somehow
Like I wear frown
And she
Looks over and laughs
At me
And now
Her eyes are
Hard and brown and dead
And we
Stand behind each others eyes
And shoes
And live a day of pain
That’ll never go away
Oh we
We will never
Never see
The daylight
at noon,
and the night will come to soon.
And the morning then will break,
and so will we now
Our eyes
Will then turn away
Turn the color
of grey