If you don't care then

why do you stay?

what do you feel when

there's nothing there?

what do I look like

in your sad eyes?

am I someone you

can recognize?

It's hard to tell from

so far away

those feelings that was

now gone anyway

what do I look like

in your sad eyes?

am I someone you

can recognize?

in those sad eyes

those sad eyes..

what do I look like

in your sad eyes

am I someone you

can recognize?

in those sad eyes

oo you got some sad eyes wahahaw...

NOTE: This poem makes me want to slow dance my partner to this while slowly pull out the knife I hid under my dress to stab him multiple times and leave a lip stain on his face afterwards as a signature. (hehehe that would make a good story line)