Butterfly
My shirt comes off and I realize you no longer believe I am beautiful
Your wondering eyes finally meet mine
The lies come from your mouth
Why don't I want you anymore
Why do you want me?
Can I honestly say I feel the same?
What happen to the love that we held just underneath my bussom
It turned into pain
Regret
Allowance
The feeling of my own skin has brought me satisfaction
She has changed you
She tricked you
Blame yourself for not loving me
But don't look back
Can you hear me crying?
What is it that you'll do?
A hug
A kiss
Or a two sided face that glares as it looks back a me
You poor thing
You failure!
You loser!
Do not pity me...
I shall live
Rise,
And my fallen beauty will be caught by another
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