Over the years, I've become afraid to know what you see when you look at me
I sometimes thought it would hurt to know; and it's too late to prevent the hurt from sinking in
So what have i got to lose?
What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see my grief; do you understand?
Or do you only see the cruel ways I tried to hide it?
Do you see I had good intentions
Or do you just see the way they backfired?
Do you see someone eternally lost?
Or do you see Evil... perhaps that is what I have become
Whatever your perception of me now is; I guess it doesn't matter anyway
Somebody should have told you
You should have known
That seeing with the eyes means needing to see more
And seeing with the heart; means needing to see less...
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-10-11 18:02:33
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