Window to The Soul

You look at me
And say nothing
Then stomp defiantly
At nothing
As my heart trembles
At the sight
Of what you resemble
A hell's angel...
Declaring revenge on me
Well, what do I do?
And they say
That the eyes are the window to the soul
... but I disagree
Because now that I saw you blink a tear...
I can see
You're just like me
And once upon a time
There was a child
Lying on the floor
And begging for mercy
And now you plead with me...
Oh, child...
I know your heart aches
Every time you see that picture
You already erased
But it's etched in your mind forever
And now you open your eyes
I can see, you try to not cry
But I know why
And I know it hurts...
And it may, never go away
And you may never understand his cruelty
You have no reason to
You're still a little girl
Inside... you can cry
I know it's hard, but he's no longer there
Feel free, to cry on me
And they still say that
The eyes are the window to the soul
So is that really true?
So does your soul really cry?
Because I can't cure you...
but I can try to assure you
You're still as child
IT's alright
You can let go now, only if you're ready to go
I know your hearts still aches
Every moment that you are awake
You try to erase...
But you're caught in his face
And hate has laced you down
Lash out... Try to get it all out...
Try to fight it down... try to forget about...
I know it's hard
But he's no longer there
And feel free... to cry on me... child...
feel free... to cry on me
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