Come and
play with me
around the
corpse of myself
Here´s a
box of you
It´s made
of dead butterflys
Please take
care of it
I had to
kill many
So forget
it was mine
Rain smells
like broken hearts
And mine
taste like lemons
And your
love hurts like hell
It´s
painted stripes black and yellow
Remember
that porcelain doll
Your
daughter threw on the floor?
It was me
And it
always will be
And the
broken pieces of me
Shattered on
the ebony
Remind me
of those broken butterflies
And their
beating wings´ melody
The glass
in my galssy eyes
Is nearly broken
I hope one
day when it falls
It cuts
through your skin and bones
And the
scars forever remain open
Come and
play with me
around the
corpse of yourself
Here`s a
box of you
It´s made
of dead butterflys
They´ll
pierce your heart like needles
So regret it
was mine
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