Girl with the Eyes

Fool, that is my name.
How long can we keep this up?
I can't help but feel its a misguided cause.
Yet i sit back and witness the world spin by
Cherishing this laid away seat
Waiting for you to stop roaming and claim it.

Here struggles the girl with the eyes.
Those brilliant eyes,
As if carved out of fine glass, always glistening.
The hollowness of the empty room resonates in her skull.
It resonates in me too.
I see your eyelids are heavy
Anchored down by puzzlement.
But understand this, everyone goes through these routines of self reproach.

I'm caught in a hole that digs itself
But you did this to yourself.
Lonely girl,
I anticipate that you will find resolve in the destitution of your palette.
Still our eyes meet
And it's sucking us both in.
Some people aren't meant to be replaced.
I still got you to sing that tune.

In retrospect the nostalgia is a cancer.
The bane of the paranoid questioning that claws at my nerves.
My mind poisoned by your self doubt and hesitancy,
Deceived like a marionette pulled by its strings.
The silhouette of your despair casts my shadow.
But maybe it will go away when the sun sets
And the smoke of sentimental memories will rise into the foreboding trees.

I find solace in the isolation of this suffocating box.
Lovely girl with the eyes,
I'll watch the days expire.