Caterpillars evolve into butterflies And my pen will soon stop writing your name Life is hard but the one constant is that nothing ever stays the same.
Sometimes I wish memories were water soluble That these tears might wash them away But try as I might This clouded mind Is where these memories choose to stay
I've hit you up so many times My veins collapse and still I find another to shoot what you now sparingly give You say you're dry, but I know I'm just not your type