Locked
I feel as if I'm trapped in your eyes
You have the key to unlock my blank stare
I continue to study your atributes of love
You have a way of trapping me
I can't get away from your forest green eyes
Changing colors according to the mood
You're easier to read than you think; your eyes give all the secrets away
You'll never understand my demonic brown eyes
They stay the same; they look as if only used to see evil
You're an angel and I am Satan
That's why I need you
I want you turn me good, for good
Although I am locked
Chained here trying to find the key that you dangle infront of me
Making me crazy
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