My hands are numb from holding the walls
Wearing the smile
during every curtain call
Tryna catch the things as they drop
Yearning for a moment that it stops
I wish I would slowly slip away
Melt and dissolve, float in a breeze
Vanish in the dark
through the edges of the day
And drown down in the deep seas
There's nothing left
that can make me weep
Its an endless walking in sleep
No hope, no pain
nor a single tear to shed
Because all my butterflies are dead...
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