Emmure - Informal Butterflies

It's all in my head.
I know it isn't real but I can't help it.
Bullet in my temple will fix all my problems, cure my illness.
You are all so perfect.
I wish I was like you but I'm worthless.
Follow me I'll take you under.
Cripple you of joy and slumber.
Wake me up I'm dead.
End me and the nightmares over.
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Written by:
Andrew Fulk, Frank Palmeri, Joshua Travis

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