With the brightest colors you've seen
But she hides them behind her back
For they tell where she has been...
At night she can be found
Writing metaphors from her heart
For her head, deep in the ground,
Has a secret tearing her apart.
*Dear butterfly, spread your wings
There's a world out there for you,
What you're feeling, all these things
Aren't healthy for us two.*
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
With the brightest colors you've seen
But she hides them behind her back
For they tell where she has been...
At night she can be found
Writing metaphors from her heart
For her head, deep in the ground,
Has a secret tearing her apart.
*Dear butterfly, spread your wings
There's a world out there for you,
What you're feeling, all these things
Aren't healthy for us two.*
