Everything I ever wanted
Laid out in front of me
But it's kind of like a museum
I can't touch, it's not for me
It's cruel to give my most desired
To someone who isn't me
It's like a delicate butterfly
Watching her flowers go to the bees
Laid out in front of me
But it's kind of like a museum
I can't touch, it's not for me
It's cruel to give my most desired
To someone who isn't me
It's like a delicate butterfly
Watching her flowers go to the bees
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