The girl with the hair, dark as night.
The one with the striking blue eyes.
The girl that loved with all her might,
The one with the striking blue eyes.
The girl that never caused a fight,
The one with the striking blue eyes.
Now she once was all these things, with her hair dark as night. who loved with all her might. who would never start a fight.
But one evening, she caught him cheating, her broken heart beating.
tears falling, people yelling, 'til
Silence consumed all.
Now her hair is old and gray.
Her striking blue eyes have clouded.
Her trust and love was lost that day, never to be found again.
Now she sits in the nursing home and she still wonders what she did wrong, that made him feel that way.
(Note ) - this is not meant to rhyme just rambling and such, just letting you know -
YOU ARE READING
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