The eyes. A key to your soul.
The nights they are filled with tears. The days they are filled with hurt.
Nothing can compare to this deep, dark hole
That I am in because of one night alone.
"It" gets better, then it gets worse.
Nothing can overcome the sadness hidden in these eyes.
The curtain I try so hard to keep infront of me.
The pain, the hurt, and the guilt brings me to my knees.
No man should ever put his hands on me.
All I want is to be set free
To open the curtain that hides these sad, sad eyes.