Why don't you treat me,
like a butterfly on your face
You say you don't need me,
but l know your grace
She says she's all purple,
she can't find her vision
She left me alone,
to make her decisions
If god is my witness,
I'm sure He will hear this
Cry from this wilted,
heart that is jilted
He says he's no healer,
he can't shape the future
A circle of wasteland,
and no time to feel her
Why don't you treat me,
like a butterfly on your face
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