If I don't bring you butterflies, If you cant cum from the memory, If you imagination don't take hold, Of you inhibitions you let go If there's no tale to recall, End It, No scene to refer too. End It, You're holding on to dead weight, End It, And it will smother, Smother, Smother you It's hard to give your all When you fail time after time. The mysteries of day to day Predesined by divine, Forces that they say, Are beyond our control. This maze of uncertainty's About to take it's tole