The Butterflies call out my name,
But your lies stay the same,
With words in black and white,
You still turn them into night,
Your laugh haunts me just right,
Strong enough to make me insane,
But I’m cool enough to act like I’ll never change,
The winds breeze goes through me and makes me bleed,
The sentences turn into stories but they’re just words to me,
It all comes out of your mouth but flies away like birds,
Your memorizing eyes are alarming,
But you’re smile is even more charming,
I’m sitting here with a smile,
Black stars and red blood seems to be in style,
You could have told me the whole world but I didn’t care,
I knew I was in love right then and there