High or low
Not really watching where to go.
A first love is like a butterfly hatching out of a cocoon
We are amazed by the beauty of this new feeling.
True love is like a butterfly
Spreading its wings and starting towards the sky knowing that they want to have this forever.
Loosing love is like a butterfly
Laying its eggs then flying away to die
Leaving them in this big world all alone knowing nothing familiar only home.
Wanting for love is like a butterfly
Still as a caterpillar wanting those wings to be just like his friends.
Love is like a butterfly
Trying to spread its wing and fly
Love is like a butterfly
It can stay or it can die.
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