I caught myself a butterfly
just to have it by my side.
Oh, his wings was red and white
and I use to go out at night
to get him food, until he could eat no more.
My butterfly grew and grew
he was so sad. Thát I knew.
He looked at me, but what could I do?
His wings was too weak he never flew
so I just kept him locked up in my room.
I breathed his insect breath,
there was no space left on my bed,
my friend has become a monster of death,
so I decided that this is his end ...
I took my sword, I had to kill my friend.
His green blood splattered all over me,
my body contracted, I couldn’t see.
Oh, somebody, please help me, I begged,
I’m half man – I’m half insect.
my arms are wings, my clothes are torn,
this is not the way I was born.
I disappeared into the body of a butterfly,
will someone tell me this is a lie!
But round and round I fly or run
I meet my fate- with the burn of the sun.
Nobody told me that love is a butterfly,
that if you keep it too close, it will die.
It needs to breathe and fly alone
that’s when you know, it will come home.
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