bbbb.
She lives in a fairy tale,
Somewhere too far for us to find.
Forgotten the taste and smell,
Of the world that she's left behind.
It's all about the exposure, the lens, I told her.
The angles were all wrong now.
She's ripping wings off of butterflies.
Somewhere too far for us to find.
Forgotten the taste and smell,
Of the world that she's left behind.
It's all about the exposure, the lens, I told her.
The angles were all wrong now.
She's ripping wings off of butterflies.