Butterflies and Roses
I could hand you the truth
on a shiny silver platter
to try to hide
whats inside
but soon you'd find
the truth isn't all it's cracked up to be
the truth isn't all just butterflies and roses
Look at me
know my name
see that I don't know
where to begin
Touch me
know that I
am so much more
than stupid
Trust me
feel the tears I cried
in the dark
Hear me
know how I scream your name
See? Now is when you start to find
the truth is more
than butterflies and roses..
Copyright © Michelle Micek | Year Posted 2005
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