Yes, let's romanticize,
Black eyes,
Red wrists,
Broken bones,
And scarred minds,
Because it wasn't enough,
That suicide letter,
Or the puke in the toilet,
Or the long sleeves in 90 degrees,
The way the kids can't meet your eyes,
Drugs,
Permfume to cover up it all,
While the body rots underneath,
I remember it all,
But romance is dead.