Dying Butterflies The butterflies are dying slow..

Translate 12 years ago

Dying Butterflies The butterflies are dying slowly, Our love is but an echo, Wanting to be together, Has become tiresome and slow. Although I love you dearly, And you mean the world to me, I feel we’ve lost the magic, The cost of us has submitted its fee. Everything seems normal, Living together is fine, Yet things seem so different, You are no longer solely mine. I can not help but feel, This is not long to last, If you are going to leave me, Please make it easy and fast. I don’t want to be waiting, For you to come back home, I will need time to adjust, Being single, on my own. Remember this about me, I didn’t want you to go, There was still mileage in this love, Yet still, carry on must the show.