She doesn't tell you but she knows you've been lying to her.
She doesn't tell you but she knows you've been lying.
She doesn't tell you but she knows.
She doesn't tell you.
She doesn't tell.
She doesn't.
But she always knew.

So go on and tell me how I've become so much like a demon.
I'll show you how I sharpen my horns with what used to be my halo.
And with these horns, I have cut my wings and have given them away;
I was the last to know, everybody else has already grown their own.
So with these broken wings, I keep myself warm,
as I cry myself to sleep on this cold, hard ground.

As she falls to the ground in the darkness of the night
And enters the shadows and becomes out of sight,
You put the blame on her for abandoning her fight.
But you never tried to save her with all of your might.

You left her there hanging, searching for for some light
Cause you never cared enough when she cried almost every night.
You just left her with nothing but the pain and the fright
And now the pain she gives to herself just always feels right.

As she falls to her knees and her pieces shatter,
She convinces herself there's nothing left to remember.
She hates the days you told her you loved her,
For they only remind her how you left and just broke her.
Now that it's over, she has forgotten you forever
And you can't cut her deeper for she's as cold as the winter.
It's too late to save her,
Cause forever, it's over.

******...
*****...
Worthless...
*****...
The silence that filled her room has hurt her more.
Her thoughts and dreams and hopes defiled-
Did God forget His precious child?

She fell in love with the devil's charms-
Sweet promises to bring her no harm.
Now, what was left of her heart once mild?
Did God despise His precious child?

Familiar faces and sweet memories gone.
Oh, dearest Father, what wrong have I done-
That you seem to refuse to see my heart's truest and purest desires?
Tell me father,did you forsake your precious child?

She was a butterfly and I was a kid.
We had a kind of love that all of the gods forbid.
She had a heart so tender and placid-
the exact opposite of mine that was too rigid.

But there was something in the way she spoke;
though my walls were built sturdy, her voice managed to break through and for once, gave me hope.
But I know in my heart it won't be long before these all shall finally dissolve...
'cause time never stands still and the earth shall continue to revolve.

And who knows? Maybe tomorrow I'll be left with all of the memories that we both have enjoyed.
Goodbye little butterfly, I'm going back to the void...
I know this ain't something that we can avoid.

Fly high little butterfly, I know I'm just a kid.
But I know in my heart that I love you though all of the gods forbid.
I will love you from a distance-
and cherish this heart that's so tender...so placid.

-Firenze Brennan (Florence Samson