Is this what you wanted?

For me to be flawless?

When was this obsession started?

Cause this ideal is causeless.

All we are is a broken image

An image of perfection

An image of happiness

A picture frame that has shattered

Ravaging the life within

I guess everything has a consequence

We should have never tried to reach the stars

For those who get too close

Burn too fast

We've wasted our life

Our love

But for what?

It was all for a broken picture of our happiness