When you talk about your book,
When you smile, passing by,
When you just take a look,
They leave their chrysali.
When you compliment my eyes;
It's just a simple thing you do.
You say they're the color of the skies.
They then shine in pink and blue.
When you ask me on a date,
When you carry flowers that you buy,
When you pick me up at eight,
They fly and fly.
When you kiss me goodbye,
When you tell me "Sleep Tight",
When it's just you and I,
They dance all night.
But when you yell,
When you leave the town,
Then you say you're "unwell",
They fall down.
And when you hit,
When you throw my bouquet,
When you won't admit,
They fade away.
They settle down on the cold and gray.
Their bodies lifeless, they're now your pray.
So when you said you're sorry,
When you bought me flowers;
I said don't worry,
But they've been dead for hours.
So when he saw the tear in my eye,
So when he said "Pretty girls don't cry",
I whispered "Oh my, Oh my"
He never did say goodbye.
He said my eyes were the ocean,
He said my hair was the sun,
He said it with so much emotion;
I knew he had only begun.
But the butterflies never came,
Not even when i said "I do",
I know you're one to blame,
But i know why too.
You took them for yourself,
Many others you had,
You put them on your shelf.
How could I be mad?
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You killed my butterflies
