Listen to the screams of the dead
Their unbearable pain is never-ending until they find their missing peice
But that is hard for them to find since what they need is love
The pain of the living is just the same, always needing love and attention, but getting the wrong ones
They begin to fill the gaps with self-confident views of beauty until their fake lover takes over
Only until they become loved is when the lover leaves;
They have taken all the beauty away, no longer needing them
Now they are dead inside,
Slowly to join the others to be restless dead souls
