Desaturation of a Soul
i let his eyes in
i let them see in
eyes are the window to the soul
he said my eyes could see his soul
can he see mine?
can he see it turning grey from
his constant torture?
it was red with passion
it was green with life
it was a blinding white yellow with sunlight
and now his words desaturate
i feel it fade
and empty
he was my smile
and now
there's no strength for even a frown
should i have kept my eyes boarded up?
if eyes are the window to the soul...
where's the door?
i let them see in
eyes are the window to the soul
he said my eyes could see his soul
can he see mine?
can he see it turning grey from
his constant torture?
it was red with passion
it was green with life
it was a blinding white yellow with sunlight
and now his words desaturate
i feel it fade
and empty
he was my smile
and now
there's no strength for even a frown
should i have kept my eyes boarded up?
if eyes are the window to the soul...
where's the door?