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Butterfly Static
It's all to her,
The she of all centuries
That keeps such a stupid hold on me
She doesn't try,
I can't imagine she even knows
That she even suspects more than the usual
But I feel the twisting
Nothing but tension
And it's killing me for whatever reason
What of love
What does it bring
Is that even the word to use at all?
The sensations caused is so like pain
I regret it, it revolts me, I need it to live
It doesn't make any sense to me
She's just my kind, like she's been
And the pink refuses to be stifled
It's tearing me down, breaking me vital
I have yet to understand my loss
It's all so tragic
The Butterfly Static
And after years of solid rock
I feel like a stupid boy once more
Perhaps the time is playing on my weakness
It's all so right that it's doing such wrong
I see her now like I saw her then
The difference is that I can't ignore it.
