The Butterflies are dead and your still around,
I'm lost here now, you've been around,
I'm callin' out to find the answers, no one is responding,
and now I'm done, I can wait an eternity
but it will never be, maybe its for the best
Who believes?
But I'll die here under your hand of steal fate,
I don't know where we stand, I don't know where to go.
I'm cut off from the physical world, screaming out my frustrations.
It isn't healthy in any way to keep up with this charade.
No conversation, don't think you can hide from me,
you can't hide from the one you go to,
you can't run from the one you keep running back to.
I can't quit you despite the countless times I tried.
I hold belief in my faiths,
but even now that is misconstrued.
You ran my heart into the ground,
I'm sick of this cat and mouse,
and the fighting gets harder and the deals are breaking all around me,
and the sound is crashing in my ear.
You can't keep running back to the one your running from.
I can't keep running to you