31 January 2012
Butterflies, butterflies everywhere.
Not one of them named cos no-one cares.
For, you see, I pushed them away.
Not one of them named cos I'm not okay.
You have to understand, this isn't me.
Not one of the named cos I can't find the key.
The key to unlock the puzzle of my mind.
Not one of them named cos no-one's that kind.
I'm a murderer.
They're all dead cos of me.
The Butterfly Project • Opuss № I