she had butterflies running through her veins
she always seems to melt when it rains
with fragile care in her gentle stare
her looks felt like soft daggers on your skin
it seemed against her, no one could win
she repairs herself with those small butterflies
tears seem to fall too often from her glass eyes
she met a girl with glass in her veins
the girl's glass seemed to only bring pains
the girl with butterflies became less soft
when people talked, she'd only scoff
the glass entered her veins
killing the butterflies and their lanes
the girl with glass changed her
it was like personality murder
butterflies and glass could never make it
but the two girls seemed to fit
it was a tragedy from the start
but their love was some dark form of art
