Rapp
bu*terflies are very strong
They only cry when they're called upon
I wish I knew
The bu*terfly in you
The moth will play with the dirty flame
And end up burning inside
But the bu*terfly she is the flame
When there's so much pretty
There's so much pain
I think I see
Where all the bu*terflies must be
Upon a rock
A beautiful thing
Until the rocks come together
On her dusty wings
I think I know
Where all the bu*terflies must go
bu*terflies are very strong
They only cry when they're called upon
I think I see
The bu*terfly in thee
Won't you spread your wings
On me