Here is one from Heather's point of view, and I'm not sure Grissom would listen to disco
My four-year-old daughter likes this song
Behind these Hazel Eyes by Kelly Clarkson
seems like just yesterday
you were a part of me
I used to stand so tall
I used to be so strong
in your arms around me tight
everything felt so right
unbreakable like nothing could go wrong
No, I can't breath, I can't sleep
I'm barely hangin on
Here I am once again
torn into pieces
can't deny it, can't pretend
just thought you were the one
broken up deep inside
but you won't get to see the tears I cry
behind these hazel eyes
I told you everything
I open up and let you in
you made me feel alright
for once in my life
now all that's left of me
is what I pretend to be
sewed together but broken up inside
No, I can't breath, no I can't sleep
I'm barely hangin on
Here I am once again
torn into pieces
can't deny it, can't pretend
just thought you were the one
broken up deep inside
but you won't get to see the tears I cry
behind these hazel eyes
swollow me then spit me out
for hated you I blame myself
seeing you it kills me now
though I don't cry on the outside anymore
anymore
Here I am once again
torn into pieces
can't deny it, can't pretend
just thought you were the one
broken up deep inside
but you won't get to see the tears I cry
behind these hazel eyes
Here I am once again
torn into pieces
can't deny it, can't pretend
just thought you were the one
broken up deep inside
but you won't get to see the tears I cry
behind these hazel eyes