Butterflies

Hey there girlie, no offense
Your attitude is getting out of hand
And I don’t mean to put you on the stand
But tell me, what is your aim here?

Don’t wanna make you uncomfortable
But I am not dropping my crown for you
Why don’t you step back and bow down too
So you can pick it up for me

Your little projections speak volumes about you
Your aura is rotting
It must be confronting to see me right here
While you’re doing nothing

So tell me, does it lift you up
To try to knock me off
The edge I’ve been walking all my life

Keep calling me trash
Avoiding your own life
Maggots won’t turn into butterflies

Anonimity put you on offense
All your fucking insecurities at hand
Tell me how long do you think the feeling lasts
You’re risking it all for

And I’m so done with playing
Into expectations
Can somebody get me out?

I was never someone to sit still, look pretty
I’ll introduce me as the queen of petty
All I can seem to escape is my fucking mind

And I don’t wanna be here right now
Seems like I don’t have a choice
All there’s left for me to do
Is raise hell while I’m raising my voice

So tell me, does it lift you up
To try to knock me off
The edge I’ve been walking all my life

Keep calling me trash
Avoiding your own life
Maggots won’t turn into butterflies

Here’s a behind the scenes
Everything you can’t see
Can’t go places on your knees
So keep on throwing your shade
But your future will never be as bright as I can be

Tell me does it lift you up
To try to knock me off
Well you succeeded and
I’ll never get back who I used to be

It might be for the best
I kinda owe you this
You’re the one who fueled my grit

So tell me, does it lift you up
To try to knock me off
The edge I’ve been walking all my life

Keep calling me trash
Avoiding your own life
Maggots won’t turn into butterflies