You were my national treasure, my little caterpillar.
I had others, but there could be no other filler
to my heart, you were my love.
I'd do anything for you, I'd go above;
beyond, nothing was too far away with you by my side.
To put it simply, you were my Syed.
We had our troubles, we had our fights.
Nothing could break us, we would make up by night.
I trusted you with my life, and more importantly my heart,
Easily broken, a fragile work of art.
You painted it, spend hours and more,
Almost as much time as we did on the Vietnam war.
Your work built me, it made me who I am
You would never hurt me, even after that scam
The clock hit bong 8, and you became mad,
I could not take it, your anger was my launching pad.
Stepping out of who I am, I fought back,
We were both left wounded and hurt after the attacks.
Just as we did before, we made up
Pouring back the pieces of our hearts in a stirring cup.
We were one again, who knew we'd be broken apart?
One week later, you grabbed my heart.
Threw it on the ground, with all of your force.
All the little pieces, so broken and and coarse.
Nothing could put it back together, he took away my only Christmas present.
They call him the GP king, but I just call him: R2Pleasent.
Fly away, you beautiful butterfly.
I had others, but there could be no other filler
to my heart, you were my love.
I'd do anything for you, I'd go above;
beyond, nothing was too far away with you by my side.
To put it simply, you were my Syed.
We had our troubles, we had our fights.
Nothing could break us, we would make up by night.
I trusted you with my life, and more importantly my heart,
Easily broken, a fragile work of art.
You painted it, spend hours and more,
Almost as much time as we did on the Vietnam war.
Your work built me, it made me who I am
You would never hurt me, even after that scam
The clock hit bong 8, and you became mad,
I could not take it, your anger was my launching pad.
Stepping out of who I am, I fought back,
We were both left wounded and hurt after the attacks.
Just as we did before, we made up
Pouring back the pieces of our hearts in a stirring cup.
We were one again, who knew we'd be broken apart?
One week later, you grabbed my heart.
Threw it on the ground, with all of your force.
All the little pieces, so broken and and coarse.
Nothing could put it back together, he took away my only Christmas present.
They call him the GP king, but I just call him: R2Pleasent.
Fly away, you beautiful butterfly.
