Lies sprout on the edge of your lips
You do not know much, not much
But please don't feel what you feel
And
it's okay that they don't understand,
I tell you.
I am very sorry I got you in trouble,
that I didn't get you out of anything.
Is this your own twisted way of saying goodbye
Or you're finding words to make me stay
that came out all wrong?
I see it's gonna end in misery
When you realize things you're not supposed to
You get that feeling in your stomach?
They are butterflies
with fire on their wings
yes, I set them on fire
When you claimed I'm the oxygen you breath in
Still it never crossed your mind
To leave me
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
Lies sprout on the edge of your lips
You do not know much, not much
But please don't feel what you feel
And
it's okay that they don't understand,
I tell you.
I am very sorry I got you in trouble,
that I didn't get you out of anything.
Is this your own twisted way of saying goodbye
Or you're finding words to make me stay
that came out all wrong?
I see it's gonna end in misery
When you realize things you're not supposed to
You get that feeling in your stomach?
They are butterflies
with fire on their wings
yes, I set them on fire
When you claimed I'm the oxygen you breath in
Still it never crossed your mind
To leave me
