Her eyes
I saw the way they looked at me those eyes. They could tear me down and bring me back up and those eyes have done that plenty. They often pass me by but they never look those eyes.Some say they aren't good for me others say it's the best for me I guess we'll just let those beautiful eyes decide.
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