And all that’s left are black butterflies
Fluttering all about, surrounding me
All that’s left is deadness in my eyes
Dust to dust, everything falls apart
It has been so long, I can’t even cry
Lost spinning in a full room all alone
I contemplate if I should still fight
As black butterflies fly in my mind

The darkness takes over and lasts
I keep having to mend the pieces back
As falling apart seems to be my knack
Ashes to ashes, everything falls apart
It seems like there are no new starts
Black butterflies have taken their flight
I ask to the dear heavens above, “why”
I’m seeing the world with black butterflies

Because all that’s left are black butterflies
Those black butterflies fly in my mind
The black butterflies have taken their flight
I’m seeing the world with black butterflies