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I am the son, of two people I've never met...
sometimes I wonder if the profound impact that has had on my life even skims the surface...
of the cavernous wounds... made by those I have met...
find your butterflies little girl.. find your butterflies...
I wonder why I just can't seem to feel anymore...
it's been years since i've really been able to cry..
Longer yet, since I've felt anything on the other end of the spectrum
there is just little joy in my life....
and the little joys I know of, live far to far away...
I want a more perfect place.. a more perfect union...
of thoughts, of ideas, of people...
I want something to come home to .. to wake up for...
Is it so bad to wish for such an altruistic fate?
Is it such a sign of weakness, to not feel whole, without making another feel?
It must be... for I seem empty, scorned, and incomplete far too much..
I wish I was glue
much stronger than this..
I wish I could just put all the little pieces back together again...
I wish I would quit falling off that damn wall for others..
I get strange phone calls, all hours of the night...
and few of them ever really help...
So find your butterflies little girl.. go find your butterflies...
Why can't I sleep again...why can't I feel my bed again..
and just be comfortable in this...
I really do need something worth fighting for,
a career valuable enough, with enough impact..
to turn me into a work-a-holic
I just want something to loose myself in.. if only for an instant...
Here little flower, meet your friend...
and here I go again... sliced and injured....
toughing it through again.. with something to prove..
and no one to prove it too...
so here I go again.. convincing myself of my sanity..
convincing myself it's not ALL in vain..
here I go again.. searching for a reason..
to keep around...
all the things..
that hurt me.
the most....................
sometimes I wonder if the profound impact that has had on my life even skims the surface...
of the cavernous wounds... made by those I have met...
find your butterflies little girl.. find your butterflies...
I wonder why I just can't seem to feel anymore...
it's been years since i've really been able to cry..
Longer yet, since I've felt anything on the other end of the spectrum
there is just little joy in my life....
and the little joys I know of, live far to far away...
I want a more perfect place.. a more perfect union...
of thoughts, of ideas, of people...
I want something to come home to .. to wake up for...
Is it so bad to wish for such an altruistic fate?
Is it such a sign of weakness, to not feel whole, without making another feel?
It must be... for I seem empty, scorned, and incomplete far too much..
I wish I was glue
much stronger than this..
I wish I could just put all the little pieces back together again...
I wish I would quit falling off that damn wall for others..
I get strange phone calls, all hours of the night...
and few of them ever really help...
So find your butterflies little girl.. go find your butterflies...
Why can't I sleep again...why can't I feel my bed again..
and just be comfortable in this...
I really do need something worth fighting for,
a career valuable enough, with enough impact..
to turn me into a work-a-holic
I just want something to loose myself in.. if only for an instant...
Here little flower, meet your friend...
and here I go again... sliced and injured....
toughing it through again.. with something to prove..
and no one to prove it too...
so here I go again.. convincing myself of my sanity..
convincing myself it's not ALL in vain..
here I go again.. searching for a reason..
to keep around...
all the things..
that hurt me.
the most....................