The Eyes Speakng for Themselves
How do they do it
Why do they do it
I really wanna know If you look into my mine
I guarantee you, they will show
They tell when I'm crying
They tell when I'm lying
They're just like your annoying cousins
trying to blackmail
While your begging not to tell
How do they do it
Why do they do it
I'm beginning to think that they have a mind of their own
not stopping until they have their own throne
If you ever wine up in trouble
Its very possible that it could turn into double
the very moment you show those selfish eyes
you might be in for an unpleasant surprise
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