This Beautiful Mess - Kill

Kill

If i could get you into a frame.
If i could figure you out.
How truly would i really be.
If my image of you was complete.
I've been trying to fill the void.
To reach out and touch your face.
But i molded you after my taste.
And created another cliche.
With a human concept of what is fitting.
I cannot get you into my frame.
Now i see but a poor reflection.
Then i'll see face to face.
Kill all my idols till thy kingdom come.
Kill all my idols and come quickly come