Aching Beauty

Now you share the primary sin of humanity
Alone to endure the weight of fault
A bleeding scar you hide that will not heal
Torn apart, then crushed by sorrow
Wearing two faces in a masquerade
You hide, cover your own face

So much to endure, so few to share with
Better crushed than torn apart
Live a life of remorse
You would trade for regrets
Live a life of remorse
You would trade for regrets

Live a life of regrets
You would trade for remorse