There are those boys with earthly eyes
Their eyes are like the ground
You walk and walk, kicking up dirt
But they don't make a sound
they sometimes leave them open
Just to make sure you don't drown
There are those boys with
nights howling at the moon
You think you're finally free
cause golden eyes are as sticky as
I'm drowning, but those with blue
You fall for them so easy
You think you see right through
Thinking blue water is deep
When suddenly it's just grey rain
Then puddles at your feet
But somehow then melt back
to clean blue water once again con
they change like the weather blue
as far as i could throw that mirror
but these are just silly eye
you shouldn't believe what i said
Cause when you're lying in your bed,
darkness round your head,
your eyes might as well be polka -dotted or plaid,
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