Black Butterfly

You're a black butterfly
 With your wings frayed and torn,
 Laughter's your's so is scorn
 As they point to you in shame.
 You're a black butterfly
 With your wings near fire,
 But confess when your tire,
 Is the candle worth the flame?
 Your Queen of the Night
 But with morning's early light
 There's not a hear to really call your own;
 So before it's too late,
 Change your ways and repent,
 Take my love that was meant
 For black butterfly along.
 You're a black butterfly
 With your wings frayed and torn,
 Laughter's your's so is scorn
 As they point to you in shame.
 You're a black butterfly
 With your wings near fire,
 But confess when your tire,
 Is the candle worth the flame?
 Your Queen of the Night
 But with morning's early light
 There's not a hear to really call your own;
 So before it's too late,
 Change your ways and repent,
 Take my love that was meant
 For black butterfly along.