My love

I run to you when I lie
And say next time I lie to you may my heart die

I feel my heart stuck to something kind of beautiful
You reply “I hate you”
I say maybe you’re beautiful or sort of just a miracle

Just then u drive me mad
We argue and I scream “I no longer wanna try”
But I would tell you the truth butterfly

Dare walk outside that door and you will feel my heart cry