Butterflies

Where do we plan on going through here?
Why do we plan on our lives?
Why must we argue about the stupid things?
Why must we fight through the stupidest things?

Dark tunnel ahead
Grab your flashlights
We can not get lost
Why must we try to do the stupidest things?
Why do we have to take this giant risk?

Butterflies are their weakest in the wings
That sounds like in my art
Why must we have to ruin everything?
Even my art