The butter Butterfly

So lonely for this world, so stupid to across the road, just crazy to say a word, I don't like me..and that's all
I can't do the right things, my feellings are like a washing-machine, just look what you want to see..and If you don't, don't look at me.
 The best you can do, I can't. I'm tired to do evrything at last, the only thing I supossed to do well, it's write my version of death
 An dmaybe someday I will die, and no-one will remember me, and maybe someday I will fly, and no-one won't tell anything
 So perfect to lose, so magical to cry, the best I can do, It's masoquism at all.
I always do the same, my fellings are almost dead, just look what you want to see, and if you don't..Don't look at me !
 And maybe someday I won't cry, and everyone want to console me, and maybe I'll never touch the sky, 'cause Hell it's my place to die.