And now I’m standing here alone, and all my tears I haven’t sewn, all of my friends don’t know how much I cared, misunderstood thoughts I tried to share If there was something left I could try, but answers scatter when I ask why, It’s all a joke mixed in with cries, as the lives flash before these eyes

These Eyes

So go ahead and think what you like about me, but then look me in the eyes and tell me who you see, and now I’m standing here not the same, I’m here but I’m not here change It’s all a matter of opinion, I have to say, why is it my decision I wish it was, and now you’re standing there not the same, from all the time that we shared blame