I can't believe, just won't believe
That you tore apart her wings
Colours vibrant, always cheery
Full of life, full of love
Always willing, never running
Grace was her name, it was her way
Her life, her rules, her tone
Now without luster
She is called worm
Never to fly again
How can you enjoy the butterfly
If you won't let her spread her wing?
How dare you take them for yourself
And leave her alone to die
A lover can be used up
And tossed aside so quickly
But a love is hard to find
Hard to keep
So hold on when you can
Obsession is not attractive
And cruelty wins you no games
Steal the colours from those around
But your world is forever gray
And you'll be forever in the dark