They've clipped my wings again,
tore them apart and then, left me.
No use to fly away,
to my yesterday, of freedom.
My eyes died back that day,
seeing the hurt I may have done.
Beat me instead of them,
pain is my only zen, of fun.

I'll go where secrets are sold,
where roses unfold,
I'll sleep as time goes by.

So hurting here is where I belong
dreaming a song,
blood on my hands to stay strong.
The flowers in the graveyard are all gone
I don't belong,
there is no right to heal the wrong,
soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die,
I can't throw up
I don't think I even want to try.

You still can't make me cry,
you've pinned this butterfly, down.
My fire's burning out,
kill my flame without, a frown.
And starving hurts the soul,
when you're hungry for, some love.
So if I close my eyes,
I can really fly, above.

I'll go where secrets are sold,
where roses unfold,
I'll sleep as time goes by.

So hurting here is where I belong
dreaming a song,
blood on my hands to stay strong.
The flowers in the graveyard are all gone
I don't belong,
there is no right to heal the wrong,
soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die,
I can't throw up
I don't think I even want to tryyy tryyyyy

(Chorus again)