The View
People say eyes are windows to the soul
So tell me what you see, find a heart or a black hole
It hasn't always been that way, there's a story behind it
A kind hearted girl who fell in love and became blinded
Blinded to the things he did, his malicious little ways
All the time she spent waiting up for days when he didn't come home for days
But she stayed because of the things be bought
Attracted to the material things, regardless of the morals she was taught
If her family knew, they'd be full of hate
See life's a climb but the view is great
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