How Could Something
How could something so perfect, show me what I couldn't see?
How was I supposed to know, what this would do to me?
How could I know, this affects who I'm supposed to be?
All I see now, is how much I have left to bleed.
Even though I'm broken, your voice spins me around.
I didn't know how a broken heart would sound.
Life isn't perfect; there are no fairy-tale endings.
There's only fantasy, and hearts that need mending.
When you realize how far you've fallen -