Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
the butterfly is dead.
8.16.04
You raped my meanings dry
You stole everything good
And the river is barren
Now I just want to get you back
A revenge, so sweet
Licking my wounds, it’s not over yet
The fight’s just begun
Yeah, we pretend we are the haunted souls
Yeah, we pretend with big blue eyes
And dancing butterflies
But now the butterfly is dead.
Hate to tell you friend, but it starved to death
And you’re deaf so you don’t hear me
I know the feeling, I think half-way blind
Sometimes...
And I talk out of turn
And I laugh when things aren’t funny
And I ignore the stupid
And I lie like a good little girl
With my hair up in pigtails
A notebook beneath my nails
Smiling into the sun
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]