| (You still can’t make me cry
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| You’ve pinned this butterfly down
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| My fire’s burning out
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| Kill my flame without a frown)
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| They’ve clipped my wings again
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| Tore them apart and then left me
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| No use to fly away
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| To my yesterday of freedom
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| My eyes died back that day
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| Seeing the hurt I may have done
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| Beat me instead of them
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| Pain is my only Zen of fun
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| Counting all the days I’ve been trapped inside your cage
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| Clipped my fucking wings and you told me I was saved
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| So drained, shackles on my chain
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| Wish I could fly away but I’m blinded by the pain
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| Old flame keep burning out my brain
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| Chst be getting tight evry time I hear the name
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| It’s like two of your vicious games
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| Time for me to go, baby, it just ain’t the same
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| You still can’t make me cry
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| You’ve pinned this butterfly down
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| My fire’s burning out
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| Kill my flame without a frown
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| And starving hurts the soul
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| When you’re hungry for some love
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| So if I close my eyes
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| I can really fly above
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| yeah we always getting Xanned baby
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| It’s just you and me 'cause I ain’t allowed to have no friends
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| You say they just wanna slide people, I’m too naive
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| Justified, tryna steal your little social butterfly (butterfly)
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| Improvise by getting high, feel alive, dead inside
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| I can find no escape, there ain’t a place to hide
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| Life keeps giving all these lemons, they just all expired
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| Life keeps giving all these lemons, they just all expired
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| You still can’t make me cry
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| You’ve pinned this butterfly down
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| My fire’s burning out
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| Kill my flame without a frown
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| And starving hurts the soul
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| When you’re hungry for some love
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| So if I close my eyes
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| I can really fly above
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| I’ll go where secrets are sold (secrets are sold)
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| Where roses unfold (roses unfold)
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| I’ll sleep as time goes by
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| So hurting here is where I belong
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| Dreaming a song, blood on my hands
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| To stay strong (stay strong)
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| The flowers in the graveyard are all gone
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| I don’t belong, there is no right
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| To heal the wrong
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| Soup’s on hot feeling like a do or die
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| I can’t throw up, I don’t think I even wanna try |