"Death of a dream" 7-9-08
Butterfly's pass
in a half full glass
and time goes by
but not too fast
You see, I used to love myself
until I finally realized
that it hurts a whole lot less
to just not care
I know your mad at me
that you want to cut my throat
I know your mad at me
but it was all just a joke
that somehow went all wrong
I am sorry
and this is my shame
Can anybody tell me
tell me where,where does a fool go
when theres no one left to listen
to a story without meaning
that no one wants to hear.
in a half full glass
and time goes by
but not too fast
You see, I used to love myself
until I finally realized
that it hurts a whole lot less
to just not care
I know your mad at me
that you want to cut my throat
I know your mad at me
but it was all just a joke
that somehow went all wrong
I am sorry
and this is my shame
Can anybody tell me
tell me where,where does a fool go
when theres no one left to listen
to a story without meaning
that no one wants to hear.
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