These chains of love
Are burning and cutting into my wrists
I am tied, bound, intertwined with you
And I cannot seem to find my way back
to my house
They say the first sin was not committed in Eden
But it was committed in Heaven itself
So what is this paradise you’re living
And smothering me in, if not Hell?
You were beautiful to me once
But in the way an artist sees beauty
Even in the light of a can in a dumpster
And in that beauty I saw in you
I noticed that it was just a mirror
We give only the love we have been given
Never the one that’s always belonged to us
We must learn to love our wings without seeing them
blind faith where we believe we\'re beautiful
without someone else telling us we are
Butterflies never see their own wings
And I often say mine were cut off
But what is this heaviness on my back?
Is it sorrow, or wings I never learned how to hold?
Maybe I don’t see my wings, but I know
oh, I know you’ve seen your tail
As well as your skin, the one you shed
right before you bailed
Scales so shiny, you were so bright
I was your moon and you were my sun.
But I am now just a butterfly in a shipwreck
Hoping I never see you slithering around
And in these eternal phases
Of sorrows, melancholy
Brightness and joy, I find you in the gaps
Where there is nothing
Just numbness
And the chains don’t bite
They just sit there on my wrists
Waiting for me to unlock them
with the key I\'ve had all along.