Eyes

The look you hold in your eye,
It makes me want to hate.
It makes me want to feel so bad,
When everything is great.

The look you hold in your eye,
It makes me want to bleed.
It gives a fire in my soul,
The flame of which I feed.

The look hold in your eye,
It's much worse than it'd seem.
It makes me cringe in horrid pain,
It makes me want to scream..

Why do you glare at me,
With such hate in you eye?
It's like a drink, like a drug,
It makes me want to die.

And yet you keep on staring,
With a look that willn't die...
It fills me with such a hate...
The look within your eye...