Cold Flaws

Love is a fantasy adventure for my soul.

Never can it permanently grasp it in it's cold hands. 
My flaws burn deeper every day. 
Reason for it being how it is, I don't know. My mind is a puzzle, hard to put pieces together. Try my best but can't ever get it right. 
Glued to you but scraped off.
Happiness, is interesting; it always has a timer. As if it's cooking. If it gets past the bell ring it's unusable. 
As for me I was content with just having someone to call mine. Thru tough and smooth my love was always at the strongest dose. 
My mistakes will bury me.
But I knew your worth, more then this whole worlds population can spend. 
Obviously I wasn't granted access forever. 
Your stamped on my nerves. 
Be happy. 
I want to remain hollow.
If I got another girl she would deal with the same. Leave me deserted. 
Love isn't for everyone. 
Product of my flaws. 
My flaws are a product of me.