Butterflies Are Only Pretty To Look At
Here's another song from my story, Hearts Intact. Again, anything this colour is what Skylar sings and anything this colour is what Izzye sings
Butterflies Are Only Pretty To Look At
I’ll wait until morning comes and pray you come home
Write a letter and send it to no one who will care
I’ll beg God once more to send you back
Cry myself to sleep though no one will hear
See your empty room and scream
Wish you’d return from who knows where
Laugh one more time and never know
How a broken heart never seems to disappear
I visit your grave once a day
Lay the flowers you loved to grow
Read the inscription and turn away
Remember that butterflies are only pretty to look at
Your roses don’t bloom the weeping willow grows
I look at the photos and tear them up
A gnawing hole won’t go away
Open the wounds time won’t heal
Sister dearest you once were called
Now you’re another nameless statistic no one will love
A missing face on a poster “Call with information
A killer on the loose a broken heart at home”
I visit your grave once a day
Lay the flowers you loved to grow
Read the inscription and turn away
Remember that butterflies are only pretty to look at
And remember, we’ll remember
Remember only that
Butterflies are only pretty to look at
They’re best left untouched
Butterflies Are Only Pretty To Look At
I’ll wait until morning comes and pray you come home
Write a letter and send it to no one who will care
I’ll beg God once more to send you back
Cry myself to sleep though no one will hear
See your empty room and scream
Wish you’d return from who knows where
Laugh one more time and never know
How a broken heart never seems to disappear
I visit your grave once a day
Lay the flowers you loved to grow
Read the inscription and turn away
Remember that butterflies are only pretty to look at
Your roses don’t bloom the weeping willow grows
I look at the photos and tear them up
A gnawing hole won’t go away
Open the wounds time won’t heal
Sister dearest you once were called
Now you’re another nameless statistic no one will love
A missing face on a poster “Call with information
A killer on the loose a broken heart at home”
I visit your grave once a day
Lay the flowers you loved to grow
Read the inscription and turn away
Remember that butterflies are only pretty to look at
And remember, we’ll remember
Remember only that
Butterflies are only pretty to look at
They’re best left untouched