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What This Eyes See
What your eyes see in me is always a mystery.
I don't see that beautiful girl in the mirror,
That you said you saw every time you look at me
Only an old face of a girl who used to dream.
Voluptuous you say? I can't see them in the mirror.
Only the humps and bumps of my blabs and the
Deep scars from my skin to the deeps of my soul.
What my eyes see in this empty shell of a body.
Whatever your eyes see in me is deceiving you.
I can't find that beautiful girl inside me,
That you said you saw every time you're with me
Only an old face of a girl who used to care.
Beautiful you say? I can't see them with in me.
Only the coward who keeps committing a sin,
Repeatedly swimming in a very sinful thoughts.
What my eyes see in this empty shell of a body.
I don't see that beautiful girl in the mirror,
That you said you saw every time you look at me
Only an old face of a girl who used to dream.
Voluptuous you say? I can't see them in the mirror.
Only the humps and bumps of my blabs and the
Deep scars from my skin to the deeps of my soul.
What my eyes see in this empty shell of a body.
Whatever your eyes see in me is deceiving you.
I can't find that beautiful girl inside me,
That you said you saw every time you're with me
Only an old face of a girl who used to care.
Beautiful you say? I can't see them with in me.
Only the coward who keeps committing a sin,
Repeatedly swimming in a very sinful thoughts.
What my eyes see in this empty shell of a body.
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