The burning GAZE of my wound, The burning GAZE of my wound,

This poem is about the pain of Love This poem is about the pain of Love

It's a habit Or conditioning a bit Why I am really meant Why my eyes bleed white It's a habit Or conditioning a bit Why I am really meant Why my eyes bleed wh...

I look into the man's eyes and I see them broken, It looks like he's just awoken I look into the man's eyes and I see them broken, It looks like he's just awoken

Her eyes always contradicted what she was faking, They always show the constant pain she was taki... Her eyes always contradicted what she was faking, They always show the consta...

You stood up with a smile, I was missing, Many have come and gone, You wanted to hear somethin... You stood up with a smile, I was missing, Many have come and gone, You wan...