You take his form...but not him..
He was happy you're dim
He was comfort..your dismay
You lie to me...you do the opposite from what you say
I ran to him.....now i run to me
You keep me captured.. he let me free
He found my happiness to be # 1
I was doing good, now good is done
My wings are damp from tears
I cant fly away from my fears
My fears consist of life...which would be you
I'm tired of life..why cant i be through?
The caged bird sings of being free
This butterfly sings of the most beautiful things
You wish not to hear her songs i suppose?
Only because you know how it goes....
..But you don't..you don't know at all
About how she tries to fly but she falls
Pick her up...just like he did
Or the butterfly will never fly again ....
