Such a pretty butterfly
As you spread your wings I begin to cry
I wish I were you, dear butterfly
I would spread my wings and begin to fly
I'd fly so far were all could see
The hidden beauty deep in me
But no one knows just what would be
If they saw the beauty deep in me
So spread your wings, dear butterfly
And leave me here to sit and cry
ruthless love makes u cry
raiders in ure mind,
make it difficult to see,
and makes the dying worthwhile.
human rights to attcak your soul
its as if they have to
and all the while u just sit there
holding your bleeding heart in your hands.
either to tear it up your self,
or to let the tears from your eyes burn through.
sucessfully contained feelings there,
and they pour out like smoke.
principles of logic dont matter here.
only the lasting images of pain.
when you talked to me,
i hated you,
when you were away ,
i missed you.
youre so bad for me,
when you suffocate my soul.
but its hard to go without you,
when you think that you know.
when you say you love and you dont mean it.
when it hurts to know your there.
when its forever, and never in the same sentence.
and to think that once i cared.
when you promised ...
thats why i cant fall in love....
as i looked through the mirror
the image slid away
the youthfulness i used to have,
is gone again today.
the play mates in the toybox,
are stuffed down deep inside.
and the tears i have always cried,
have decided to be dry.
i cannot express the lonelyness,
i hear in my voice instead,
when all the time im still a child.
being grown up in my head.
innocence gone,
lost on a breeze,
drifted skyward,
as i fall on my knees,
i wish i could hold on,
but as holding on goes,
why cant that grasp be tighter,
this is the end you chose
