The dead butterfly's in my stomach
Lay dead in there
Some trying to come back alive
While others kill me while they die
They make me lose my appetite
They make me feel fat
They remind me no one could ever love me
They soon are dead just like me
All but one who flies to my lungs
It suffocates me because it knows the pain I feel is too real
It's a sad story because I used to admire butterfly's
I always wish I could fly, but yet they were the death of me
