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• Artiste: And Sometimes Why
• Titre: Butterflies
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so what if i live my life like jokes in books you read i I am drifting off to sleep slip into my acid dreams where i can see these butterflies flapping off into the rain they're all struggling in vain floating down into the drain leave me alone, i wont pick up the phone dream away all this pain, waist away my sorry brain all the litte girls and boys are grabbing their new toys in joy to put into a frame life would never be the same when all the giant tyrants will opress my sorry little thought, i pick them up by the rocks and proceeding to be shot they rushed me to an ambulance and left me in a chair staring at the walls to understand whats right and what is fair. i bled till I could barely breath my bloodstained coat and shattered plees were silence by the sound of little wings inside my mouth What a shame that all my little steps led me to the floor they took my coat right at the door and sent it off into the morgue