Butterflies fly by day
Moths fly by night
You see that I'm always doing okay
You have no idea how hard I try to camouflage
Your mind tells you I'm a social butterfly
Do you even have the idea that I can't count anymore the times that I cry
I believe that I'm a butterfly in the day
When actually I'm just a wretched moth at night.
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