• you say you see me through my eyes
    but with draw you shall as they shake with the green fire of hate.
    what lies under the green envy is my soul of hurt and anguish
    but you see nothing except what i want to be shown.
    what light fades my eyes away to a golden color.
    oh what passion i have for you to be seen in gold.
    what anger i will see if what you see is brown
    my eyes shall chose what tints and shades they shall become.
    what a lier i have become