What is the use of having someone’s love?
When you can’t find a way to love yourself.
Cracked perfection is something to be proud of.
Brag your failures, ignore everyone else.
It’s still hard for me to see you
In all your beautiful flaws.
The dying flowers can be the best view.
Slow dancing to death heal my lost cause.
We are about to go down.
And you can see clearly.
We’re just sad clowns
Whom bled from the heart sincerely.
I wander on this road full of forgets.
I want to close my eyes without any regrets.