These eyes aren’t meant to be afraid of all the changes.nThese eyes aren’t meant to be afraid of the change.nSo full of life, but not like before.nTime turned love to anger, now hateful thoughts consume my mind.nHer death.nIt was an obsession.nFear was her love.nFear was her lover.nWe took her only love away and we heard her cry murder.nWinter was coming.nYour lover was already dead.nFear was her love.nFear was her lover.nFear was her love.nFear was her murderer.n