Badly Broken Butterflies

Pictures of my mind,

them I can't forget.

Pictures of us,

I neither can forget.

Those old pictures,

I wish I could,

I wish I could,

forget.

I wish I could forget.

I wish I could forget.

Take it the way it is,

ain't no need to consider.

Don't care what you did,

you're only a consumer.

Prisoner to drugs and sweets,

free market for love and peace,

but don't forget the heartbeat,

how the heart really beats.

The consolation is

your endlessness,

how does it feel

to succeed less and less?

What helps me to survive

is your sickness,

You badly broken butterflies,

you poor princess.