I have made a idol
The butterfly on my wrist is that idol
I guess the tattoo it gives me my title
Some might say that it's vital
The signs that I have are like a tidal wave
A tidal wave of emotions slowly
Taking me under
It's quite a wonder what we've been through
Together like two birds of a feather
Slowly drifting into this weather
As hurricanes begin to taste like sugarcane
As hail begins to taste stale
A frozen wasteland of being caught by everything that takes us down
We feel like we are being drowned
As we try to breathe for air
No one around us really cares
No one even dares to help.
We hold hands just to let go again
It's like saying goodbye to a great best friend.
We start to wonder
Is this the end???
It hurts to hear that we've stopped trying.
All we do is stay in and start crying
The hurt and pain of ourselves dying
We try to hide our emotions within
Just for them to come back out again
Like a sparrow we can fly
But we can't touch the sky.
The hurt and pain are just to much
And now our hands can't even touch.