The owner of the saddest eyes in the world
I never had a clue what to do so as to make it better
No way in
No chance of saving her
All the medication did was cause her to slur an endless line of already destructive words
They may as well be made of glass
Those eyes
Artificial to the last
I did try
Harder than the next guy from what I have heard
On the grapevine
But there are days when I pray she’ll give me a shout
Be she in bed or burning the candle at both ends on a night out
Whether she’s happy, she’s not
So I’ll continue on with my day job
Stay busy
I might not know her anymore
But I’ll forever wait for her knock to reach my front door

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