I was thought to be in love once
perhaps the thought was true
the only thing that I knew is the piece of a heart he stole
perhaps he hid it to control it from time to time
to control my heart and the butterflies in my stomach
I was thought to be over this love
perhaps the thought was false
when hes around I try to **** the butterflies with the pain of memories
before they can grow to fast to fight
but when he gives me a look its hard not to feel
I was thought to be over this love
perhaps it was true
the hurt that comes back is the blade I use to exterminate the butterflies
I thought I lost my heart
perhaps its true
my body couldn't function for sometime
perhaps I found someone new
but even though he makes me happy
and hes perfect in every way
he wont love me
and perhaps I wont love him like I loved you
the thing I know is that my heart is confused