Souls are like butterflies,
demand burned in fire.
They fly, fly, and fly.

Dry leaves fall,
seasons slowly change,
dark branches are alone.

And I can't make you stay -
tell me why you don't stay.
Do you think my heart hurt?
Do you think I am in your cult?

Birds are in the sky,
and you are making me cry.
Am I wasting my precious time?
What could be mine?

Darkness is everywhere,
but your window is light.
Was I too selfish -
that I must be punished.

Tell me you hate me,
so I can turn to the dark.
Couse, I am a loser -
who deserve to die.

Why do I see blood,
when I am next to you?
Tell me you despise me
so that I can hate you.

Why can't I make you stay -
tell me why you don't stay.
Do you think my heart hurt?
Do you think I am in your cult?

Snow will come,
changing the time.
I will hate you,
everything will become true.

Butterflies are like sparks,
the black night stars.