I was intrigued by how words
that should be filled with pain,
came from his lips so
blissfully.
I listened, and couldn't help
but notice something strange.
He suddenly seemed familiar, yet
again, before I've never met him.
I've seen those eyes before, it
didn't make any sense.
Eyes like his I would never
forget.
So I listened... The way he
spoke was all too familiar.
A story so sad shouldn't sound
so simple.
I looked at his eyes again and
stared.
I've seen those eyes
before....
It all made sense from that very
moment.
As if he had told his story a
thousand times,
or maybe went over it a thousand
times by himself.
It all just seemed too easy.
Almost as if he had practiced
it.
More than I practiced myself.
See I've seen those eyes before,
the ones that hide away
the pain.
They fool you for a
moment
if you're too stupid to take
notice.
And I didn't realize then, that
the story he was sharing
would be the reason why I will
later be defeated.
I didn't know then, that today
my efforts would be meaningless.
But we are not so different him
and I
Because I've seen those eyes before,
Because I've seen those eyes before,
I've seen them in
myself...
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