They say I should have butterflies
That we look good together
But inside of me a part dies
As I can't find a tether

Your affection bright and burning
Like the glow of evening fire
But instead of a warm feeling
I'm aflame upon a pyre

Your nicknames and texts
So sweet, full of care
But in my darkest depths
I despise every flare

I want love, yet it feels wrong
Boy run, before I break your heart
Questioning it all along
I'd tear both of us apart

I am broken, I am scarred
Run boy, run for the hills
I am damaged, forever marred
Run, while the bird still trills