Clinging On To Scraps Of Mistaken Identity.

It's the sins that made it that much better,
The hearts we massacred kept the peace,
We lived in ignorance holding the idea that i was yours and you were mine,
When in reality it was the passion of adrenoline and drama that titled it worthy,
And now behind closed doors, when the lust is gone,
The love disintegrates, leaving us with bruised hearts and broken egos.