First it was confusion
Then came something that felt like betrayal.
When I love, I give you words.
You've stepped on all this and the words became mere alphabets
You tore my hope and faith that was built up in the middle of your chest
I become a silent mess inside without you even knowing
The worst part is you don't know how far I've come
I cannot tell you or we'll both get so bruised
And history repeats itself.
Perhaps it was all about the Butterfly on the 23rd.
Of courage and faith.
All I need to do is believe, simply.
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