We have fallen so far from the perfection that we had strived to become.
What happened to that fat pink eraser
that could take away
even the largest of mistakes?

True love is in the eye of the beholder,
and this beholder isn't happy with what she sees.
Blind spots will eventually fade,
and the outcome becomes worse than orginially percieved.
Curse the eyes that were weak enough to
be seduced into blindness.

Hearts can only handle so much abuse;
the constant blows have caused it to cave upon itself.
Wanting to believe it was worth it, wanting to believe in
you
was the largest downfall of all.

Sorry doesn't work anymore,
and love is a relative term.
Bruises and bleeding became normal,
so all we can do is burn.