Badly Broken Butterflies

Pictures of my mind

Then I can't forget

Pictures of us

I neither can forget

Those old pictures

I wish I could

I wish I could

Forget

Take the way it is ain't no need to consider

Don't care what you did

You are only a consumer

Prisoner to drugs and sweets

Free market for love and peace

But don't forget the heartbeats

How the heart really beats

My consolation is your endlessness

How does it feel to succeed less and less

What helps me to survive is your sickness

You badly broken butterflies

You poor princess