t I but it hates me, it hates me like you hate me yeah you do, crave You Me Always and forever yeah It's hard to be strong when I crave you like
laws for tools I come thru war tactics like Shaka Zulu Mcs is soft like play-doh I shape 'em smash em to pieces volunteer Slaves crave the words i'm
and drugs out in the street. Soon he works for Frank, the main boss, Doing hits and dodging chainsaws, Getting rich and living life so sweet. But he craves
Rubber Wings Butterflys Tangled strings choke the victim Lives on sand Craves the ocean Two that look want to see the same Thing ing Some will pass and
See the roses growing purposely Dreaming of the vase Blood-stained poet calls it vanity I'd call it yearning Rarest butterfly, steel his charm away Stab
was different All these feelings inside me And I still believe Guy: I mean, what is you sayin? (Damn) And it could be different You know I miss the butterflies
your breath I'm not listening Frail like wretch soft and sinking If you could save yourself what would you find Crave the truth like I'm craving mine
you....... Now I have gone in to you All that remains I know.... Is the silence thats filling me now.. Can you hear me..... NOW! Empty Craving???
See the questions form around minds craving fullness Just another listen, you might find Just another listen until you can See me changing just like butterfly
, I've given in, my dear, To your captivation daily Well I'm not the type Who gets voted most likely to be victimized By those old butterflies But you
days with a wall in place, Baby, baby, baby, Thought I'd be stronger on my own, But then you came along and I've changed. Yes I feel the butterflies
(feat. Jenna G) Try to explain I know its complicated But I still have this feeling More serious than butterflies My inside's so sore Finding it hard
was different All these feelings ??? But I still believe (I mean what are you saying then, damn) (chorus 1) That it could be different (You know I miss the butterflies
Rubber Wings Butterflys Tangled strings Choke the victim Lives on sand Craves the ocean Two that look Won't see the same thing ing Some will pass And
we lackin love the wrong path is taken They missing out 'cause getting true love is past amazing It's more than a passing statement, a short lasting craving
when we lackin love the wrong path is taken They missing out ?cause getting true love is past amazing It?s more than a passing statement, a short lasting craving
Unfolding, revealing brand-new Defined, arise, the butterfly dies Something outside me just has to come in Can purity and innocence ever truly be a sin
who use laws for tools I come thru war tactics like Shaka Zulu Mcs is soft like play-doh I shape 'em smash em to pieces (?) Slaves crave the words i'