Sinking Season - Therapy

Butterfly

Hoping words won't pick apart your bones
You were translucent, while these
Endless fights of who's supposed to grow
There's never truth to it
But You were always there
When we were unprepared
Nothing would break that cross you'd bear
You were the one
You'll stay in our blood
Now you're a butterfly in the sun

It's a lack of empathy
I never seem to fucking feel
I cannot break the cycle
It'll probably be the death of me
Reaching for your softer words
I'll always hold a piece of you
I never seem to fucking feel
Until it's too late to feel

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Writer(s): Thomas Santell
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