in your eyesndon't you know?npeople comenpeople gonaround younpassing bynthen they gonlonely peoplennever seem to knownof all the things to do these daysnsearching for a meaningneverything to do with lifenhas to mean something to younnso in my eyesntears will flownpeople comenpeople gonof all the things to do these daysnnever felt more out of placenit's hard to decide anymoreni'll be deniednnheavy cloudnhovers bynit's been a yearnfor givingnand forgivingnnothing up there in the skynall those songsnhave been a bunch of liesnof all the things to do these daysn& I can't find a meaningneverything to do with lifenhas to be true.