Butterlfy Stitches

My fingers are cold. My heart is broken. There is just some things that i was hoping i could say to you. Because now we're through. And there's nothing i can do. To get back to you. Because they've stolen you. And now, i lay here in tears. Without you near i've lost control of the weel and i'm lost on this long road. There was no more deciet. I followed your wishes. Only to be torn by you and heald together with butterfly stitches.