if you looked in my eyes what would you notice first? would you notice the hopeful dreams of tomorrow o r the numbing regrets of yesterday the chilling realization that where we stand now isn't our home we will move and grow and spread our wings but our wings won't always be connected eventually, [someday] our wings will no longer touch or we'll burn ourselves on each others desires it can't always be this way, a surface relationship dig deeper, rip out my heart search it piece by piece, until you know every thought, every hope, every dream that has ever touched my lips and beyond i may look like a useless piece of shit doll that can just be thrown on the floor and f o r g o t t e n but somewhere buried deep, deep inside that piece of shit doll is a soul, a soul that wants to be free more than anything, more than this world more than this life so look in my eyes and give this doll a chance free her soul let her soar.
