I used to think that we were something special.
I wanted to believe that we would always feel that way.
But I knew that was pointless...
We weren't a fairy tale couple like in songs.
We weren't even close.
And now, I'm not even sure what we are.
Things aren't how they should be, and it kills me.
We used to be able to make each other laugh no matter what.
You used to smile when I smiled.
And I used to feel like crying when you did something sweet.
Because that's how happy I was.
But now...
We aren't like that anymore.
It's like the cord that used to keep us so close, has slowly started to break.
I don't want it to break though.
I want to kee
I don't like snakes.
I do like other lizards.
I don't like rats.
I like other rodents.
I don't like insects.
I like butterflies.
I don't like Brussels sprouts
...I still don't like them.
I don't like Tuna fish.
I've never actually tried it.
I don't like change.
I do like new things.
I don't speak any languages besides English.
I listen to a lot of foreign music.
I don't like hot weather.
I've lived in Nevada and Mississippi.
I don't like my father.
I continue to worry about him.
...
I get upset easily.
I don't like showing emotion.
I have a lot of friends.
I don't talk to most of them.
I complain about having nothing to
I know it's not my fault
You never smile
You never laugh
You tell me it's not my problem
You say no one can make you smile
I won't believe that...
I can't believe that
I want to make you smile
I want to hear you laugh and to see you happy
But I don't know how...
I try everything
And none of it seems to work...
You tell me it's not important
You snap at me to leave it alone
And I feel myself start to cry...
It seems like the more I try to make you smile...
The more I cry...
I can't believe that you don't see it.
You don't see how you're hurting me.
You act like your words shouldn't bother me.
Like when you say those sentences I shouldn't want to cry.
You talk about how you'd marry that girl.
You mention how perfect she is.
I can't help but compare myself.
I can't help but feel like I'm just a toy for you.
Then you get mad.
I can feel the aggravation in your voice when I try to tell you how I feel.
Then I feel like the bad guy.
I fake an apology.
I tell you I'm fine.
And you believe me.
That's what hurts me the most.
You can't tell that I'm fighting back tears.
You can't see the pain that's eating
Why do you care?
Why do you cry?
I'm dead, yes but why are you sad?
Dying is
What is dying?
Scientists say it's natural
Priests say it's a new beginning
Atheists say it's when your body turns to food for the earth
But in the end, there's no stopping it.
Why do you care?
Is it because you don't know?
You're unaware of what will happen to me?
Then why aren't I sad?
I don't know what will happen to me
Yet you're the one crying
You're the one sad
And I'm just laying here
In this wooden box lined with expensive silk
Why though?
I'm dead, I can't feel the silk
I can't appreciate it like if I were breathing
Why do you care
Is it wrong to bury gifts?
Is it bad to shred letters?
Is it sad that I'm alone now?
I don't think so.
I'll get rid of all your gifts
I'll burn your letters to ashes
I'll stand up, and wipe these tears
Because gifts and letters won't heal my heart
Because gifts and letters won't make this go away
I know you worked so hard to buy me those gifts
And I feel bad, for the trees wasted
But your letters and gifts are all gone now because
I'm moving on
I'll get rid of all your gifts
I'll burn your letters to ashes
I'll stand up, and wipe these tears
Because gifts and letters won't heal my heart
Because gifts and letters won't m
Butterfly baby, with your wings made of amber
Please come land near me
I want to feel you on my shoulder
I want to feel your heavy wings against my cheek
Turn these ashes into snow
Turn these rags to riches
Transform this city to a crystal forest
Let your wings rest for a while
Butterfly baby, with your markings of gold
Come lift me off my feet
Give me wings of my own
And help set me free
Keep this dream alive and well
Make it all come true
Until it's time to wake up again
I'll fly away with you
Butterfly Baby, no longer so real
I'll see you again soon
When the sun goes down and I shut my eyes
I'll feel you yet again