Swear I could take a thousand stings...
could never compare to the beatings
these wings have been serving me lately..
You'd think someone was coming to catch them,
the way they've been fluttering.
But nobody is coming...and nobody is catching.
I tried telling them so they could release me..and finally just let be..
lock up my heart..and lose the damn key.
But here I am bruised from the inside out.
And nobody to blame, nothing to gain.
Nobody to come and patch up this pain.
Beauty is Pain...pain is beauty....
they must have been talking about these creatures.
So pretty.
Gorgeous little things that bring so much deep hurt.
A kind of wound no one would wish for.
Don't know how to get rid of them...
how do you kill it?
They've been making friends...
with my smile, and my eyes, and my skin, and my...
but its just a bunch of fake shit.
Getting my hopes up and feelings twisted for..
thinking.
thinking.
thinking....
nothing?..I knew it.
Show me somebody with a net, and maybe it'll get quieter round here.
Until then...I don't see the end near.
Killer butterflies...
inflicting my mind daily.
with a sweet fear.
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