last night, i cried...i think that was the first time i cried, after the BTN last month..why did i cry???because of HIM.he made me cried.but its not his`s fault..instead the person who caused the problem was ME..im guilty..really sorry to HIM,forgive me dear...
i love this song so much..it was so melodious till made me sleepy.damn it! im addicted now...
Yesterday I went outside
With my momma's mason jar
Caught a lovely butterfly
When I woke up today
And looked in on my fairy pet
She had withered all away
No more sighing in her breast
I'm sorry for what I did
I did what my body told me to
I didn't mean to do you harm
But everytime I pin down one I think I want
It slips away - the ghost slips away
Smell you on my hand for days
I can't wash away your scent
If I'm a ** then you're a **
I guess you're as real as me
Maybe I can live with that
Maybe I need fantasies
A life of chasing butterfly
I'm sorry for what I did
I did what my body told me to
I didn't mean to do you harm
But everytime I pin down one I think I want
It slips away - the ghost slips away
I told you I would return
When the robin makes his nest
But I ain't never comin' back
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
With my momma's mason jar
Caught a lovely butterfly
When I woke up today
And looked in on my fairy pet
She had withered all away
No more sighing in her breast
I'm sorry for what I did
I did what my body told me to
I didn't mean to do you harm
But everytime I pin down one I think I want
It slips away - the ghost slips away
Smell you on my hand for days
I can't wash away your scent
If I'm a ** then you're a **
I guess you're as real as me
Maybe I can live with that
Maybe I need fantasies
A life of chasing butterfly
I'm sorry for what I did
I did what my body told me to
I didn't mean to do you harm
But everytime I pin down one I think I want
It slips away - the ghost slips away
I told you I would return
When the robin makes his nest
But I ain't never comin' back
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
now,ive got u and so do u dear..keep remember that ...
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