Sitting here thinking of what used to be,
Sitting here thinking of you and me...
I want it so bad
I want it so bad last night all I did was cry...
You weren't there when i learned to ride a bike
when i finally got off that trike...
You ask me to go with you
but I just shake me head...
This ride will never end..
So I start to look back when...
We sat and played
as you drank away...
Are you okay?
Is there something you need to say...
I'm lost in this world
this world full of hate...
There is something I want you to know
I have a secret that I keep hidden inside...
To never feel the pain again
I must lock half of me away...
Close your eyes,
And dream of Broken Butterflys...
I don't know why
I cry...