Butterfly
Right now I want to end this day, All of my dreams just seem so far away. And while I’m sitting here crying, You are slowly finding, That I’m dying from all of this hating and sin, We all just seem like butterflies stuck on a board with a pin, Being examined, studied, but with you, The pin merely goes through. And I see you flying off the chart, Free. But with me, that pin went through my heart, And I could no longer stand all of these people watching my every move, Trying to see what is wrong with me and set me apart, thinking that they have something to prove.
One day I will join you, be free and soar through the breeze, The wind oh so cool, But for now, I have to stay in school.
[Caricature_of_Intimacy] · Thu May 10, 2007 @ 12:52am · 0 Comments |