Like the butter fly
you can not hold me tight
i will die
I am not as i come off
i am weak on the inside
lost and alone
burned and beaten
my life is a lie
The butter fly says "hi"
as it springs from my hands
free is what it needs
free is what i need
tied is what i am
i just want to live my life
i just want to smile
a real smile again
Please dont hold me tight
im not ready to die
 
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