02-08-2018, 04:24 PM
The Butterfly's Mirror
Sometimes you just have to learn the truth...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWtZ6yy2th8
When the light comes down and all is dark,
When the heroes rise will it be time to act out?
When I choose to be who I am for real,
Will they shame me for that at all?
Before me is a mirror that shows the true self,
But, all I see is...
A liar through and through.
---
Down in the forest,
Past the marsh of memories I see,
Lots of times, passing me by,
The wind tugs, at my hair and I don't know why,
I just want to cry.
If I were to sign, and obtain, the way in which to go,
Would I, actually take that path then,
Or would I really just turn away?
Tangled up in thorns, no where to go, I just wanted to understand!
If I was to be real then why!?
I just wanted to become truth but it's impossible now,
If I were to draw then it'll become fake!
So then, should I become a true monster?
So then, should I allow the beast to come through?
I draw my bow, I breathe so low,
And there's no where else to go,
So is this the true me?
A faker?
---
Butterflies flow past, into the night sky,
I wish to join them, into the blue,
But if I were, would I vanish and be stepped upon?
Just to perish, then?
I want to understand, to find out, the truth behind my life,
But I, doubt I could handle the call,
The truth is the worst of it all...
Down deep into the branches of the greatest Deepwood,
I called out for anyone to hear me!
But I heard nothing but the screams of the past,
And I ran and ran to get away.
I just want to know why it is,
Why is it the way that it is?
The final piece of this play is coming soon, don't worry,
I will find the end to my story...
Very soon!
---
I saw the light, once long ago,
It was there, that smiling halo,
But then, the reality, of the family,
It all came...
And shattered it all...
My mother, my father, are you proud of me now?
I've become the beautiful girl you want!
Father, am I ugly?
Mother, do I have idiocy?
I just want to hear the truth,
I'm sick of all of these lies...
The magic in stopping time for all,
Would, it save my life from the start?
So the final act, the final scene,
I draw out my brush and then,
I paint out my life as a scheme...
It's just my dream.
Sometimes you just have to learn the truth...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWtZ6yy2th8
When the light comes down and all is dark,
When the heroes rise will it be time to act out?
When I choose to be who I am for real,
Will they shame me for that at all?
Before me is a mirror that shows the true self,
But, all I see is...
A liar through and through.
---
Down in the forest,
Past the marsh of memories I see,
Lots of times, passing me by,
The wind tugs, at my hair and I don't know why,
I just want to cry.
If I were to sign, and obtain, the way in which to go,
Would I, actually take that path then,
Or would I really just turn away?
Tangled up in thorns, no where to go, I just wanted to understand!
If I was to be real then why!?
I just wanted to become truth but it's impossible now,
If I were to draw then it'll become fake!
So then, should I become a true monster?
So then, should I allow the beast to come through?
I draw my bow, I breathe so low,
And there's no where else to go,
So is this the true me?
A faker?
---
Butterflies flow past, into the night sky,
I wish to join them, into the blue,
But if I were, would I vanish and be stepped upon?
Just to perish, then?
I want to understand, to find out, the truth behind my life,
But I, doubt I could handle the call,
The truth is the worst of it all...
Down deep into the branches of the greatest Deepwood,
I called out for anyone to hear me!
But I heard nothing but the screams of the past,
And I ran and ran to get away.
I just want to know why it is,
Why is it the way that it is?
The final piece of this play is coming soon, don't worry,
I will find the end to my story...
Very soon!
---
I saw the light, once long ago,
It was there, that smiling halo,
But then, the reality, of the family,
It all came...
And shattered it all...
My mother, my father, are you proud of me now?
I've become the beautiful girl you want!
Father, am I ugly?
Mother, do I have idiocy?
I just want to hear the truth,
I'm sick of all of these lies...
The magic in stopping time for all,
Would, it save my life from the start?
So the final act, the final scene,
I draw out my brush and then,
I paint out my life as a scheme...
It's just my dream.
