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I'm sitting here all alone,
no one to talk to, no one to know,
I hear the voices down the hall,
I see the shadows on the wall.

There is one in the dark,
He's the one that broke her heart,
Her favorite color was crimson,
But her soul was in a prison.

She wished she could touch the sky,
Like a beautiful butterfly,
It's a shame there was no cure,
Because her heart was so pure.

I'm sitting her, all alone,
No one to talk to, no one to know.

All the tears I have shed,
All the words I have said,
All the pain I have felt,
How I wish it would melt.

I'm sitting here, all alone,
No one to talk to, no one to know.

Now I'm on the roof with no friend,
Its a shame her life had to end,
Now I just look to the sky,
And remember my crimson butterfly~