Well, what about the brighter side of things?
Try sitting on the sidelines,
the viewpoint from my eyes.
Perhaps you can handle those blank eyes,
the dullness I myself could not undergo.
Nothing to say about the wry jokes,
and little faith for any false hopes.
Walk a day in my shoes; cover my steps.
Trace the halls and watch the people go by.
Do you understand them? Do you know them?
Tell me: Can read read the words behind their eyes?
My photograph is all you kept,
and I doubt you ever read my eyes.
Touch the paint; is it wet?
I'm guessing it's not,
time flew faster than we thought.
If only you could see me, maybe you'd realize my feelings.
Do you even ever think of me?
I think of you at night, your face flashes before my eyes,
while I'm staring at the ceiling.
Empty swingsets and baseball fields mean nothing in my lonely eyes;
The tearstains on this empty letter addressed to you have long since dried.
the viewpoint from my eyes.
Perhaps you can handle those blank eyes,
the dullness I myself could not undergo.
Nothing to say about the wry jokes,
and little faith for any false hopes.
Walk a day in my shoes; cover my steps.
Trace the halls and watch the people go by.
Do you understand them? Do you know them?
Tell me: Can read read the words behind their eyes?
My photograph is all you kept,
and I doubt you ever read my eyes.
Touch the paint; is it wet?
I'm guessing it's not,
time flew faster than we thought.
If only you could see me, maybe you'd realize my feelings.
Do you even ever think of me?
I think of you at night, your face flashes before my eyes,
while I'm staring at the ceiling.
Empty swingsets and baseball fields mean nothing in my lonely eyes;
The tearstains on this empty letter addressed to you have long since dried.