for you, darling.

missed a chance i'll never get
here we stand on opposite ends
on the brink of death, all i could think was
'how can i see your eyes one last time?'
he wasn't the best of people, his hair was a mess no matter what, but
his lyrics pulled through, he let me read them on a Sunday
i used to think he wrote every word for a girl
a girl he serenaded to each night
i was naive, you were right
you knew the truth locked in my eyes
the way i looked at him was surely your demise
i'm sorry for breaking what we used to be
a connection so surreal
a connection so unreal
the lies of life are the most enticing
i lost a shot at some kind of live
a love you were willing to give (some kind of love)
a love he didn't know existed (some kind of love)
now, we're halfway there. you cannot see me, but i can see you.
your eyes are identical
how the heck did i not know that your eyes were identical?
...
hmm...if i told you the truth of that Sunday, you would
rather not bite the ruse
i don't blame you for hating him.
he took all you had and gave it to...
and gave it to...
and gave it to...
and gave it to me.
i'm sorry.
i really am.
i am..(i wish I could go back and stop you from...)
...
you knew the truth locked in my eyes
the way i looked at him was surely your demise
...
i'm at the station
waiting for you to show.
a childish hope we both know.
even so,
you eyes are identical.
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i really love you.