Black Wax Butterflies

Like an antique music box
You make my voice sound old and broken
Unraveled and worn out of shape
Even before my words are spoken

Does this all make you happy
Seeing the faces I once wore
Before you drown me in this mask
I hid inside before

Is this your happy ending
That you promised me one night
Or maybe we look different
In burning candlelight

Is there more I left behind
Maybe we died already dead
Cuz ferris wheels left me tracing
These circles in your head

Your still burning me away
And I can't escape your lies
I'm still melting inside your hands
Like black wax butterflies