In death we all become our perfect self...

Anything plain can be lovely, anything loved can be lost
Maybe I lost my direction, what if our love is the cost?
Anyone perfect must be lying, anything easy has it’s cost
Anyone plain can be lovely, anyone loved can be lost..

I am, therefor I hate.
I hate, therefor I am.

Dreams sustain us through the madness
goals give a finish line to our race.

Mistakes are made, and regrets are our luggage
we will drag them with us to slow us down.

I hate it when I make you cry
Then you look at me
with those sad eyes

If I hurt you then I hate myself
I don't want to hate myself,
don't want to hurt you
Why do I choose your pain