The Life of a butterfly


She was feeling lonely.

Waiting by the phone.

A Little whisper, a little word…a little something could make her heart fly high...


Silence....

She 'd just hear her own breath....
And she wished she couldnt...

Closes her eyes...Makes a wish...

But wishes hardly come true....

She Takes the bottle and she takes the time...to remember how she used to feel when love was not a stranger of hers...

she takes another bottle....she takes another pill...she takes another breath....memories turn black and white...


Time is like a small child...It hardly forgives you...
it easily forgets you...



She could be out of her head
-she sure is out of reach
pills and drinks until the sun comes up
you think she's tired, but she's wired
and she's feeling for a ride..

yeath babe..the final cycle...




" and i swear i dont have a gun.."

Last drinks are called
arseniko before she
hits the wall
this love she could not save
lives to die again some other day


because it's just in and out of bed
repitition till the sea dries up
you'd think she's tired, but she's wired
and she's dreaming of a ride

horizon closing, and the road becomes a canvas
where she paints her final picture
dare to see?
-i didnt think so


Last words are called for
final srceam before she
hits the wall
or
worse
next time she'll be more brave
just tell god to give another one away...



no, i wont do that...


Sunfalls didnt wait for her...sunfalls couldnt wait for her


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