Dread the wait for stupid calls returning us to life

Perfect love isnt real
but perfect hurt is
I know how it feels
when enspoken silence kills
everything has two sides
the part everyone hides
when we become shamed
we continued to lie
to slowly ease the blames
that eats us inside
the painful truths we deny
cause its to much to bare
begging us not to care
but now its to late
to change what was fate
seeing it all die
cause someone wouldnt try
the one who wouldnt fight
wouldnt reach for the sky
was scared it was too high
wouldnt even touch the light
said it was too bright
and on that very night
with only one small knife
helped him cope with life
ended with a simple goodbye