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.
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