Eyesore
I saw roses more in touch with themselves than you are
Then I tore photos of you
I saw eyesores and the hills were alive falling down, no movement
Then I tore photos of you
I saw pictures better than anything you could draw
Then I drew and knife over you
"I'm feeling away from the world again, you take too much time and just how many apologies can I send?
I saw eyesore and the hills were alive with the sound of murder
Then I caught you
I saw eyesores, they're most beautiful than you
