We follow instructions and craft our paper hearts.
with detailed codes and complex algorithms,
we've come to let it consume us.
how "perfect" or so we believe.
"perfect" here is not "perfect" for me.
but I still continued on believing.
unknowingly
we saw others hopeless, confused.
why can't we be the same, what happened? what's wrong?
questions to ask never to answer.
one tiny tear can mean everything.
they'd made theirs right.
but who cares.
not "perfect"
two different types are what we've built upon
there is no in between
if we find your tear,
you'll end up differently
do you still dare?
nothing.
you've found something and it begins
the start or the end?
there are only two
"perfect" or not "perfect"
choose.
you know now but what can you do?
nothing, there was nothing to choose.
it's wrong but who hears
over the paper hearts they've happily shared.
we know we know we know
but there's nothing to do.
you're in one group
and they are too.
