Black Butterfly

You're a black butterfly With your wings frayed and torn, Laughter's your's so is scorn As they point to you in shame. You're a black butterfly With your wings near fire, But confess when your tire, Is the candle worth the flame? Your Queen of the Night But with morning's early light There's not a hear to really call your own; So before it's too late, Change your ways and repent, Take my love that was meant For black butterfly along. You're a black butterfly With your wings frayed and torn, Laughter's your's so is scorn As they point to you in shame. You're a black butterfly With your wings near fire, But confess when your tire, Is the candle worth the flame? Your Queen of the Night But with morning's early light There's not a hear to really call your own; So before it's too late, Change your ways and repent, Take my love that was meant For black butterfly along. --- Black Butterfly - Meredith d'Ambrosio