Why the butterflies?
Why is it that even after its over, I still have the butterflies, and even though I know we're through, they just wont go away?
That "gentle" reminder, the butterflies, is what keeps me holdin on and and dreamin up ideas in my head. I just wanna make it stop, but how? If those hazel-green eyes never would have stared into mine, this never would have happened, and if he never would have said my name, I never would have fallen. Why is it that even after its over, I still have the butterflies, and even though I know we're through, they just wont go away?
That "gentle" reminder, the butterflies, is what keeps me holdin on and and dreamin up ideas in my head. I just wanna make it stop, but how? If those hazel-green eyes never would have stared into mine, this never would have happened, and if he never would have said my name, I never would have fallen. Why is it that even after its over, I still have the butterflies, and even though I know we're through, they just wont go away?