I can see straight through your eyes like water pools
clear collections of green and blue
with a sad story of a love you once knew
now forcing you to be cold and crule
never allowing anyone to get close to you
haunted by loves bitter lies
and waisted time
but was it realy waisted time spent
if thouse moments felt heaven sent
And should everyone have to be used
just because another left you brused
can you not
be thankful for what you've got
instead of bitter for what is not
You can hurt all that get close
but in the end its yourself you hurt most.