You gave me poisoned butterflies
So I had to mercy-**** them.
I knew, what I believed were lies
yes, I blinded my own eyes.

For when all their wings I had torn
I knew they were poisoned
For they came back and were born
from my own flesh and bone.

It was that kind of torture
when you took away my life.
It is that kind of torture
realizing you are my life.

when you had enough---
**** I keep forgetting
that I was not enough
I am not enough.

But then I still loved you
even with blood on my hands.
And I still love you
with my blood on your hands.