• When you look at me like that,
    With those hazy dark black eyes,
    I wonder what its like,
    To hide behind those lies.
    Is it really worth the trouble,
    When you're left behind a mess,
    When you're left with almost nothing,
    To fill your loneliness.
    I've given up my hope,
    That you're going to be alright,
    You've chosen your own way,
    And you left without a fight.
    Now you're off somewhere,
    Maybe far away,
    Chasing so called dreams,
    Living as you may.