My eye

In the corner of my eye
or in the seams of my lips
you will not see me cry
but hear my words slip

in the corner of my eye
or in my tighted skin
ill hate to say goodbye
but in the end ill win

in the corner of my eye
or in my smoothed hands
i wont have strings to tie
but know i always can

in the corner of my eye
or in the sound of my pout
i have no room to cry
but can always have my doubts