I have the whole world on my knees
Eyes everywhere …they come to me effortlessly
Like a running river , they all beat down the hills
And they get tighter under violet’s sharp lie
It is all a lie, to own the missing childhood
But I will never be satisfied..never
And instead here I am, I am dreaming of you
I dream of your deceiving butterfly
How did you do this to me?
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