These Butterflies

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My tears fall down like a waterfall
Whenever i'm around you, I feel like life's complete
I'm scared to say hello, but it hurts to say goodbye
I lose my voice when you're nearby
I'm sorry if i'm wrong when it comes to liking you
I don't want to be hurt by your silence
The irony in it is you make me shine
Yet i know just a second will make me die
My stupidity has made me not realise the semantics
And yet my nights remain cold...

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