Decorated Relationships

To all weeping wives
I know there are many of you out there
To all husbands in confusion
The real world is impossible without you
To boyfriends and girlfriends in frustrations
I call this life a scented one
I hate it so much
Its a oure decorated relationships and marriages
Scented but stinking from within

She can't stop crying
She looks like a ghost now
Her beauty is gone with the wind
Only devilish melodies in her ears now
No sweet music no sweet ballards

He seems more than confused
He can't stop talking to himself
Dream life is gone,what a life!
She wouldn't listen to him at all
He doesn't know what to do
Cheating is what she does at best now
He also weeps and try to be strong

Abused wives and husbands in torture
People in decorated marriages
Crazy stuffs going on
What keeps you inside it
Is it cowardness or foolishness?
They share a house but never love
They smile in public
They all cry when alone and alone
The live a decorated life,fake life
I call it hell under the sun
Scented but stinking
Raise your voice woman
Call for an end man
Please don't die trying
Life worths more than that.