I kill the butterflies one by one.
I kill the dreams I had, gone.
I kill the feelings left inside for those I loved.
I kill the promises, they didn't mean anything to him.
I kill the words, they were all lies.
I kill the small things, there's no point in them anymore.
I kill my brain, it can't think straight.
I kill the butterflies, one by one.
I kill my skin, until there's none.
