Love is blind.
It makes her see through his flaws
and worship the ground he walks on.
It makes her forget all the bad things he did
and forgive him in an instant.
It makes her ignore her heartache
and greet him with a smile.
It makes her rethink her decision
and decide to take him back.
Love is blind.
So blind, she doesn't see what's coming.
Whether it's a miracle or a disaster.
She doesn't see.
She doesn't want to see.
All in her eyes is him.
All in her mind is him.
All in her heart is him.
All that matters for her is him.
Love is so blind,
she doesn't see what's coming.
And all I can do is watching
her smile slowly fading,
her heart slowly crumbling,
she slowly sinking.
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