Eyesore کے بول

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