The Butterfly

It'll land upon my wrist tonight . A razor's kiss will do .

I've got this little butterfly

It's stuck upon my wrist

It flutters and it flies

But it's because of the knife's twist

 

The color it's red

The mark it's straight

The deepness it's wrong

It's all because of hate

 

It never touches off my wrist

It's stuck there for eternity

A scar for the weakened

Never to find it's peaceful serenity

 

This little butterfly that you see upon my wrist

I've cut it into my skin, time and time again

That's why it's stuck there, never to fly away

Why you ask must it not fly? It's because of lying men

 

I'll cut the butterfly in my wrist

To show you i'm not afraid

My tears have now mingled with the blood

And of this pain I will not trade