Why?

Every time I look into your eyes I see a kind, broken heart I see a shadow of the person you used to be before the world turned dark

When I hear the stories about you I realized that you died a little inside I know you've been stomped and hurt but I hope you can see the sun again

They say you are loud but I know the silence is killing you you are loud because you're afraid that the sad and loneliness will start speaking

You lost your touch you say you are failing but I personally think you're just too hurt to keep pushing

You look at every detail because you want to be perfect but in my eyes you are nothing but perfection in the form of a human