I think this time I will just play pretend

Just like the fairytale they say has no end

This Lostgirl was actually lost this time

Stuck in a fantasy with never ending rhyme

She went out to play when the sun was so bright

Never intending her life would soon turn to night

But that is the way these stories all end

The package never arrives so there is nothing to send

Everyone knows the lifespan of a butterfly

Beautiful too soon and always to die

Sometimes though,  their lives dont really stop

They just cling to the false meanings, the bubbles that soon pop

Romance on a dollar or lust on a dime

Pretending so hard its going to be real this time

All the while knowing its only the next dream

Always to pretend and play out the scene

Dance through the moonlight in that glow of red

Knowing this time the butterflies are already dead.......