When I see you in pain,
It’s as if a thousand butterflies
It kills me to see you in pain
But it kills me even more knowing
I look deep into your eyes

We are so attached to impressing o
that we are slowly losing our sani
Whilst expecting likes, followers
ego and self esteem.
It makes people feel as if they ar

We will never be happy because our
We will always want more despite k
And as we evolve, things change an
Rather than complicating things by
Why don’t we start telling ourselv

When a storm of breath starts,
No one knows what burns where,
I have become a string tangled in
untangle me!