You don’t understand me, in no type of way or meaning. Picture perfect, you are to me.
My imagination is on you,
why can’t you go? I don’t understand.
We have different values,
you left me.
Pure, you are pure to your soul.
Your soul is still picture perfect.
Your tears have no meaning,
you have no emotion.
You are who you are.
Those pills aren’t going to do any better,
but have you crave for more.
Imagination, you are everywhere.
You told me you loved me, you liar.
You were picture perfect,
but you destroyed it from one thing.