Ever since I was a little girl

Some things are too painful to say out loud
Well, they live behind a veil and see through a shroud
Words fly through his mouth
Like paper butterflies
Well they flutter around and put holes in your side

I knew that you were thinking of him last night
‘Cos I saw the blood seep down to your toes
Yes, hideaway if you must
Hideaway if you must

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