Yellow Butterfly

And when the pain hits me like gunshot,
Oh, and I'm heading on the way to the floor,
I hear his name and it kills me.
Bottles up, bottles up, bottles up.
And I'm trying my best to hurt me.
They say it's never enough.
A razor to the wrist for each unshed tear.
Cough it up,
Drink it up,
Drink it up.


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