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Butterfly Tights
i wish i knew how to tell you what’s wrong with me..
your eyes are windows, i can see the questions inside
and they like to stay there, don’t they?
having said that, i am misunderstood
people circle my waking hours like moths to a street lamp
they are attracted
am i selfish for arousing it?
trying to catch me is all the fun
some call it playing “hard to get”
but i just love a good game
and boredom is my enemy.
i scare myself with this brain of mine
trapped in a doll-like body, so
unassuming
so i slip into black and blue butterfly tights
to testify innocence
though i've stumbled home dirty
and not through the door
and passed out cold onto the floor
hush! everything’s fine
i am a sinless little angel
with a demon inside.
your eyes are windows, i can see the questions inside
and they like to stay there, don’t they?
having said that, i am misunderstood
people circle my waking hours like moths to a street lamp
they are attracted
am i selfish for arousing it?
trying to catch me is all the fun
some call it playing “hard to get”
but i just love a good game
and boredom is my enemy.
i scare myself with this brain of mine
trapped in a doll-like body, so
unassuming
so i slip into black and blue butterfly tights
to testify innocence
though i've stumbled home dirty
and not through the door
and passed out cold onto the floor
hush! everything’s fine
i am a sinless little angel
with a demon inside.
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