I run my own fingers through my hair just to pretend like someone's there and cares.

Beauty masks the pain underneath, though only one can see through my disguise.

Lies interwoven with roses interwoven with love

I'll look down, but I'll always be thinking of you

What if I told her I'm already gone?

Can you love me for me? The beast without beauty...

I can't do this anymore. I can't fake my smile for you anymore.

Love blossoms in the most unique, unsuspecting, and beautiful places

What the hell am I doing?

If you love me, that means you have to love the scars on my heart and my body...