• No matter how far your wings spread
    You’ll still be black, cold, and dead
    In a world that you really dread
    You cannot find comfort in your own bed
    The world in an ocean
    The sky is the seas
    You are just an ant
    With no opportunities
    How can one so small
    Expect to rule it all
    In a world that could crush you
    Starve you and control you
    Why fly, your wings no stuck to the ground
    The weight not holding you still
    You aren’t trapped on a string
    Waiting to be let go
    You are free
    If there ever was a word
    Free
    Something not many know
    You hands reach out to stop the pain
    But the game is only beginning
    Life isn’t a game you’ll be winning
    Because unlike life the game is never ending
    We are worthless
    Cowards emotional bastards
    Waiting to swallowed and shoved in a groun
    With a tomb stone with are name
    Well all those frown down at us
    And think you are insane
    We are gone form the world
    Spirits of plies
    We cannot see or feel
    Why see and feel at all
    Because one day you’ll be stuck
    In ash, or a hole
    Waiting for the body
    You kept flawless for years
    To fall into pieces
    Were you can’t cry no tears
    For get it all
    It all will end soon
    Because like everything in the world
    You will soon die
    My little butterfly