It ***** to have butterflies over someone who likes bees.

The things he plants on my chest like seeds,
They feel so heavy, they make me believe I cant breathe.

While he's watering them, does it cross his mind that its hurting me?

Why can't he see the tears? Why can't he see my heart withering?

Why won't he let me breathe? Why won't he stop and see
the seeds he's growing aren't helping me.
They are completely tearing me.  

Seeds turned into thorns; And he left me, torn.