Our eyes can't see.

Can you see behind her smile, her broken dreams?
Can you see behind his happy voice, the awful thoughts?
Can you see behind her clothes, her battle wounds from a battle against herself?
Can you see behind his lovely eyes, all the tears he cried?

We hear a beating heart, when he sees a bleeding heart.
We hear her laughter, when she sees it as another lie.
We hear his crying from laughter, when he just sees darkness.
We hear her beautiful voice when she sings, when she just hears a cry for help.

Since when we’d become deaf for the important?
Since when we’d become blind for the things we need to see?

Since when we’d let people hear different?
Since when we’d didn’t let people see the truth?

When did we stop open up for real people?
Or are we still closing for the fake?

I think we all don’t know the answers.
Because our eyes simply can’t see.