Two Eyes Open
I've always made sure that i made the last laugh,
but that's landed me a seat in hell.
all the people and their worries, because i don't do them well.
I'm never going to be perfect,
and I'll never tell them the truth.
I don't deserve kindness,
to them im an organ to disect.
After awhile you believe them,
and it's left me to fend for myself.