In the end we are so irreparably broken that we bruise anyone who tries to fix us.
The only person who can fix us is ourself that way the only blood shed would be ours
In the end he was just a boy with a lost soul
And she was just a girl with broken dreams
So ordinary yet so rare
She was not a lady and he was not a gentleman
At least not yet
He was never gentle with himself
She was never saw herself as elegant and pretty
All they ever did was harbour insecurity
Like matches they set each other on fire
They burned so bright but in the end they were just tired
Giving up picking the easy way out
Over individuality they chose the common crowd
