Beautiful Dysfunction

Beautiful Dysfunction

 

Beautiful dysfunction,

placing us in motion.

You don’t care

or play fair.

Bringing up the past

and how it never last.

Open old wounds to see me bleed,

you’re the gardener; you plant the seed.

Creating such dysfunction,

setting us in motion,

headed for self destruct,

beyond the point of reconstruct.

Reviews

[rnuff]

Open old wounds to see me bleed,
you’re the gardener; you plant the seed.

Love these lines right here,
this is full of emotion, i can feel this.

[Inda]

Thank you, means a lot.