• butterrrfly 5w


    When you feel the passion inside
    And wanna hide from the illusion outside,
    Come to me.
    Come to me and we'll run, far away
    from this merciless world,
    Away from this destructive illusion.
    Come to me and we'll run
    Away through the tropicals
    Escaping the truth.
    Let me take you where the wild things are,
    Where your whispers are loud
    And where your sins are gentle.
    Come to me and I'll show you,
    What's your illusion and what's our wild!