The world just seems so blurry,
When I have misty eyes,
Dew drops in a flurry,
Get caught up in my lies.
They enter my glassy pupil,
Thinking that its true,
That beauty masks no evil,
But my eyes are ocean blue.
They really should know better,
Than to enter pretty eyes,
For when the ocean makes you wetter,
It pulls you deep inside.
