The Art Of Killing A Butterfly Without Destroying It

The Art Of Killing A Butterfly Without Destroying It
Now here's a little story!
My dad told!
His greatest life secret!
Unfolds
In this world
Where everything’s been said
What can I come up with every line sounds the same
So I try to write it down
Some words come out
Bigger then others
Cause I think too far ahead

You can’t see!
Cause I can see!
Better then!
I see my own!
Attraction gets the best of me
My thoughts are accident-prone
But you’re too wrong for me
You left me alone with bedroom photos
Left to cure the cuts
Drowned under
These false hopes
That numbs your bones
Drowned under
Make way for!
Way for
Cut me up, Eddie!
Cut me up!
Just like your bush!
Cut me up!
Start with my hair!
Cut it off!
Then off my tattoos1
Strip them!
She made me so plain!
Plain!
So I’ll dress the part!
Dress it!
She put out my spark!
Put out my...
Spark!