Lament of a Dying Butterfly
bởi breaking the only rule of the game of seduction,
It shattered the illusion that I did not care at all --
And slowly started to bring forth my own destruction.
Lament of a dying con bướm, bướm -- even the best shall fall;
Hearts tormented bởi past betrayals and destroyed trust --
A test to see if bạn cared enough to break down my walls,
Not just another plan for own satisfaction of lust.
Lament of a dying con bướm, bướm -- even the best shall fall;
Staring at bạn with teary cheeks and pain-filled eyes,
Stricken down from the sky, a Mất tích soul's desperate call --
For redemption and a way out of a flawless disguise.
Lament of a dying con bướm, bướm -- even the best shall fall;
Two creatures searching for comfort, tried to fly high --
Fell together towards the earth, in a world so small,
Held each other close, not yet ready to say goodbye.
