Torn Up Butterflies

The butterfly's I once had, have been torn up and scattered like rose petals leading up to the bed where I sleep alone, yet I can't moan. I brought it on myself, by chasing others dreams of cars bricks and mortar and wealth

That might be the dream for some but maybe I'm the lucky one as all i desire is love, and that's free and comes from a kind soul and all I needed to escape the rabbit hole, stop running in the rat race and now peace for my family is all that I chase

You pretty people in the perfect circle brace yourself for the second coming, where no true love exists and it's forever numbing, and ever so lonely in one of your five rooms, but don't worry I will always be there like a ray of sunshine when the darkness looms and my heart will be open.