she learned something over the year trust is hard to find and love is a fake emotions theres no beauty in a broken heart and the pain is only as much as you make it you're mind is tricked and the feelings aren't real the blood you shed is the only proof you have to believe your heart haunted alone broekn down inside running the words, thoughts and memories over and over through you're mind but nothing lasts forever and eventually the times of sorrow will be forgotten you're dreams will always fade but never dream it to be over nothings perfect not even the design layed across the stars in the sky you can always find a mistake or a damper on the images if perfection is in the eye of the beholder and beauty is skin deep then how is it imperfect to think different then others