The weight of the world, becomes so heavy.
Struggling for breath, becoming your burden.
Feeling so trapped in the smallest of space.
...
My heart is dying
I don't know what to do
I feel like dying
And ending it all
...
Beautiful Butterfly
The weight of the world, becomes so heavy.
Struggling for breath, becoming your burden.
Feeling so trapped in the smallest of space.
You will finally be O.K When you
go your own way, It will be hard But time
will be on you side, You need to fly free.
So spread your wings, go to a happy place;
and be as beautiful as you can be.
So go, fly away and you'll be free as
that's all you have e'er wanted to be.