Butterflies fly away,

Oh so sweet and innocent

then all of the sudden, 

SWACK! in the jar

Love is kind of the same way

its wonderful at first

but it soon sours

then slowly falls apart

"love is like a rose

trampled on the ground" 

once was beautiful, now is gone

stars shine bright then dull down

everything changes

nothing stays the same

oh not ever, ever never

OH how it feels to be me

"in the jar" so to speak

i can never be free, no not ever

for i am that butterfly

caught in the jar of death

or i am that shining star

now stuck in the path of a slow painful death

all my light to be sucked out of me

That is me within this life

never to see or live within that time

within the wonderous light of a peaceful day




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