He wanted to fucking soar, he wanted a chance to fly.
But his wings were sadly broken,
By the spiders web of lies.
At first he was doing fine,
A 'hello' every now and then.
But all too suddenly, he turned a blind eye.
Now nobody knows hes dead.
He lingers over your shoulder,
While your shopping for your shoes.
And ever so slightly,
You feel the chills of his cold and saddened blues.
He now wanders aimlessly, looking towards the sky.
If theres one word to describe his presence,
That word is butterfly.