14 October 2012
What is a red apple, With a rotten core? What's a perfect smile, When the teeth are still so sore?
What's a flawless cover, When the pages are ripped out? And what's a life in luxury, When the days are pointless and short?
So what's the point of a perfect face, When the heart's a rotten bark? Remember to start at the roots, If you want to leave a mark.
Perfection? • Opuss № I