BLACK EYES The sad thing is I still adore you. Despite the lies, the loss, and the fear of the black eyes.... I cry when I think I hear you're bike roaring past my house. I am so empty baby my chest is so heavy sometimes and my heart is is my throat. Why did you hurt me so badly? All I ever wanted to do was be good to you and you know I tried. What do I do with the love? What do I do with the memory of us? Why have you hurt me so bad? Why can't I let go? the love letter collection