You’re so lame, avoiding butterflies
You’re too scared that you might be moved
You chose to play it safe
That’s lame
I offered you my fine wings to ride on
I gave you all the gold you need
I let you lived in my pretty brilliant brain
You was so fine there
But you blew it all away
All the sweet little thoughts that I built
You let them vanished in your vanishing point
You knew in your beating heart that I am loaded
You knew in your profound brain, I am qualified
No wonder why you turned me down
I might be too much to handle
All in all, still, you are so lame
You’re lame, avoiding those powered butterflies.
Shame.