The light has left my eyes.
I can't see the beauty in this world.
I'm not sure there's any left.
It's hard to tell with the filter in negative.
Wouldn't know how to fix this.
I can only cope with substance. Don't judge me with those eyes. As far as I can tell, they look just as dead inside.
We're Deadeyed.
Go right ahead and say it, I'm a pessimistic piece of shit.
I'm a pity party throwing sorry son of a bitch.
I'm a hot f*cking mess with a fistful of regret.
At least I've got the guts to come to terms with this.
It's okay to feel broken inside. What's not okay is to live a lie. Wear your darkness with a hint of pride.
I can see it on your face.
We're Deadeyed.