There's a story behind your eyes, I can see it. There's a story behind mine as well, can you see it?

Am I the only one who can see the stories left behind, hidden and stuffed deep down inside?

What is there to hide? Death, sacrifice, sadness, madness.

It's driving me crazy; the pain that I see.

If I help you will you help me?

I'm sorry.

I'm walking away,

And leaving this day behind me.

Another thing to add to my story.

Another thing behind my eyes.