How is your life?

Her hair is a death trap
instantly claiming innocent lives
that pass by without warning
her beauty is made of dirt
that everyone saw
but only me
her dreams were outrageous
nobody could ever believe in such thing
but somehow i stood by her side
her romance was a fake story
everyone could tell she didn't love anything
but somehow i believe she loved me
now i became someone
who failed to ever noticed anything
how is your life?
she is no longer asking me anymore