Each time I see your bright eyes
I always remember all your lies
The words and butterflies
have flown with the wind
as love slowly dies.
Butterflies flee like the love you gave
Would happiness stay still if all had fade?
But why have you not carried all the memories away?
They were all bugging me;
they all just stayed.
Those memories of yours haunted me
Locked this fragile heart in vain
Where pangs of misery reign
and floods of bitterness prevail.
When will butterflies once again draw near?
When will happiness be in power?
When will words be so sincere?
When will great despair end?
When will memory abandon your name?
As tears run down my face
with this confining hollowness
To the wind, I wearily whisper…
“Take me out of this pool of pains”