Those things i felt so alive inside me are now just dead and bitter. Those butterflies inside I use to feel are not flying anymore. You cut their wings like you cut mine please tell me how you felt. They're dead like my hope is dead for you without you those butterflies inside me are so damn dead. Sometimes I feel a little twinkle down inside me and other times I think that I'm just sick, so sick and tires of all your stupid lies. You make me feel so sick it hurts, those butterflies inside I use to feel are not flying anymore. you cut their wings like you cut mine please tell me how you felt. They're dead like my hope is dead for you, without you those butterflies inside me are so damn dead.