this one's for you.

it hurts more when I think of your eyes
innocent and corrupted
like you believe in your own set of lies
naively and on purpose.

they were green not with envy but with money
your mind was paved with a dirt road of sin
your tongue was dull and your character was lost
and you could hear the sound of gold within

tell me did you ever break free?
i've always dreamed of being a heroine
you didn't believe what you couldn't see
but sadly hope was all I could give

It hurts more when I think of you're eyes
innocently corrupted, naively on purpose.