Is it her?
could it be?
should my eyes belive what they see?
if you would always be aware i might never mind
just a kiss from her lips and i would simply float away
the way your lips would be a burn
ive got butterflies
dead girls dont just apear of thin air
but i am victim to her sinister stare
please dont hate me for what ive done
run away with me, ill be everything that you need
such a pretty girl screams to me
take my hand, take my breath away
what if my heart breaks the spell
take my breath away
just the scent of her skin
our locked forbidden memories
your smiles break the fragile hand
ive got butterflies
there goes you, such a fear of her pity
but i am victim to