You're beautiful in the most corrupt fashion.
Always hiding behind a facade, too bad your eyes forever give you away.

Your features are too pretty for your attitude.
Your heart is clearly altered from experience.

Your glare melts my heart in a million different ways.
You're honestly the prettiest boy I know.

I hate when you try to pretend that you don't know what I mean.
Your conceit is so obvious.

I hate the fact that I love you.
I hate your faults even more.

Tragic is your life...
Perfect is your imperfect existance.
 
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