black butterflies e deja vu
Just a another lovesick afternoon black butterflies and déjà vu. Hoping for the right words, waiting for the right words. I’ve been searching for right words, right words. But II can’t even find an echo. Don’t you let go there are only twenty six letter I can use...Just to tell you I won’t let go, don’t you let go. I lose my voice when I look at you. Can’t make a noise though I’m trying to fell you all the right words...waiting on the right words.