We all drop like flies
Because we can’t hold butterflies
And the sugar-coated lies
That make us smile at demise

Know you wanna cry
But, baby, soon you’re gonna die
There’s no point in asking why
Because your life was one big lie

Belly up or face down
I ain’t clownin’ around
Slit your wrists or get shot
Now you don’t feel so hot

Your fingertips, this butterfly rots
This letter is stained with blood and ink blots
Your path was always twisted with knots
Did you get tired of fucking robots

We all drop like flies
Because we can’t hold butterflies
And the sugar-coated lies
That make us smile at demise

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