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