The butterfly
Isolated she spins her life a ray of circles interlocking always the same paths same tracks life has always been dark and dreary the air is heavy hard to breathe impossible to live her heart shattered, her body torn, one wing she suffers unable to help herself unwilling perhaps I am the butterfly. I fly in circles damaged goods to those who look on I hate myself I look into the mirror and no longer see the person I knew I've become a shell my eyes are empty and body cold I lay upon the deck eye-level with my new friend we are both dying the cruel winter wind blows to remind me.the arctic harsh vindictive reminder that I'm alone and hallow together we diemy friend and I however, in the morning my body awakes and I pretend to be alive I smile and laugh just to let everyone know I am alright just a little dead inside
Isolated she spins her life a ray of circles interlocking always the same paths same tracks life has always been dark and dreary the air is heavy hard to breathe impossible to live her heart shattered, her body torn, one wing she suffers unable to help herself unwilling perhaps I am the butterfly. I fly in circles damaged goods to those who look on I hate myself I look into the mirror and no longer see the person I knew I've become a shell my eyes are empty and body cold I lay upon the deck eye-level with my new friend we are both dying the cruel winter wind blows to remind me.the arctic harsh vindictive reminder that I'm alone and hallow together we diemy friend and I however, in the morning my body awakes and I pretend to be alive I smile and laugh just to let everyone know I am alright just a little dead inside
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