What You've Done.

Cry yourself to sleep tonight,
Tears of hate tears of fright.
Go to sleep close you're eyes,
Dream of broken butterflies.

Dreams of perfect days to come,
Making you feel so numb.
Hating yourself for what you do,
Hoping someday you'll wake up,
Get a clue.

What's in front of you starts to blur,
on you're words you start to slur.
You're body's feeling numb,

The flames have already come.
You watch yourself as you lay,
With your body you no longer stay.
Watching over everyone,
The realization of what you have done.