My stupid blunder hit me again
Doing things instantly imperfectly
Drowned in my disappointments
How could I let myself at stake again?
I ran to the lovely garden in the past
So many butterflies following me around
Where are they when I’m out of my dream?
I ended in the morgue of my sorrow
The one I desire was with someone
Gone for very long beside another
The rendezvous was a graveyard
You’re so gorgeous, I left dying inside
No appetite for lunch, not my day
Too bad for me, all my butterflies perished
Finishing my drink, reviving my self-esteem
God is good and great, all the time!