The Only Perfect People Are Dead People,

Love Is A Mental Illness, An Obsessive-compulsive Disorder Romanticized!

We're All Living Contradictions, Trying To Survive In A World Filled With Hypocrites

People Know Your Tragedies And They Treat You Like You’re Not Human. Like You’re A Three-headed Goat. A Monster From Some Other Planet. They Keep Reminding You Of Your Pain. You See How They Look At Me? They’re Stuck On That Person I Used To Be. They Can’t See That Old Life As Just A Moment In Time That I’ve Moved On From. It Was A Horrible Life.

We Shed The Skins Of Who We Used To Be!

I Wish I Had Met You First. Before We Met Them.