*Yeah, call me emo if you want. I'm just venting for the sake of my sanity.*

What is it that you feel for me?
Does it matter any more?
Am I someone that you like, hate, adore?
I sit here to ponder on this floor
And I die a little more, I die a little more...
At the thought of you.

You said you wanted me,
But you didn't want to be with me
You had only liked me...
I loved you.
I still do.
And I die a little more...
At the thought of you.

This Butterfly deep inside
Caged and forever unfree
And as it tries to escape from my very bowels,
I choke as if inhaling smoke
Tears break free in the Butterfly's stead
And the image of your angelic face appears within my head
And I die some more
At the thought of what you've said.

Without saying words.
I never loved you, you stupid girl,
Stop living in your little world
For I love another who is so much better.
Better than you will ever be.
So just stay away from me.

And I die a little more...
I die a little more...
Yet I live on, hard as stone, cold as ice for now I know
That I am alone.
Forever alone.