maybe i was stupid, probably still naive.

i couldnt see through things you did to me.

or maybe its really been me, paranoid for no fugly reason.

then i'd go through all troubles to mend it with you.

i'll take away my needles and say "sorry, i pricked you".

sooner than you think, you'll realise, youve lost what you love most.

if, perhaps.

something to say--> theres a lost butterfly in my tummy.