Blinded by love is what we all are.
We're all to blind to see the fucking scars.
The scars on the people that don't have love.
The poor person that still hasn't found "the one"
We see a smile while they're breaking down.
They're choking, drowning, we don't hear a sound.
We hear nothing over the "I love you" 's
We see nothing over the kisses and coos
They cry, we laugh, we just don't know
What they've been through 'til it's what they show
The heartbreak, rejection, depressing, isn't it?
Try living through it you little piece of shit.
You can try and fix what they've done.
But the damage is done and they're already gone.
