IRC-Galleria

So I can't spare you from pain, pretty butterfly
What about I chain you inside a jar
Place you near a window
So you can watch the cruel world outside

Feed you with sweets
Pet your pretty wings

So you won't eat so you will never fly again
So you won't grow old so you will never feel the cold wind again

Taught me love, I teach you pain instead
Rip those legs
Rip the folded wings
And I feel like laughing, die, die, die
Who gave you a permission to be so much prettier than me?
I must survive

Fight over
Fight under
Fight until...

So I can't spare you from pain, pretty butterfly?
Let me spare you from life instead

What I should do,
what I should feel?
It's not my decision,
I just have to deal.

Was it something I did,
was it something I said?
Should I just lay down
and play dead?

Why am I wrong
and others right?
Is everything pointless?
Or should I put on a fight?

That is the only thing left to ask;
what is worth fighting for?

~mive~