The Backyard Of My Life
Half Broken Butterfly
half broken butterfly burned by dirty little lies
Queen junkie collector of skies
Roads are paths of ink tattooed on her skin
Her jeans are frayed and wearing thin
Shes a skylark singing locked in a cadge
Why do you bite and scratch like that
Shes a strange stray cat with tears of rage
Pins and needles hopes and dreams
Flowing through your veins
Somewhere in her heart of glass
The girl she was still remains
Shes a different kind
Blows her money and her mind
Half broken butterfly bruised by the human condition
Lost in the chaos and creation
A million white smoke rings running round her head
Under the bridge sleeping softly talking to the living dead
With yesterdays papers tomorrows plans
Why do you bit and scratch like that
Shes a strange stray cat help me to understand
heroes and villains pleasure and pain
Trying to fix a hole
You let down your defenses
While you sacrificed your soul
Why did the flowers turn to stone
You enter the scene leave on your own
Your better then no one but no one is better then you
Think i could learn a thing or two
Standing on the edge of the night
Half broken butterfly shattered and scared so deep
The things you sow you will reap
Shes someones child somebody's passion
You threw it all away like it was going out of fashion
Shes a skylark singing locked in a cadge
Why do you bite and scratch like that
Shes a strange stray cat with tears of rage
By Keith Hagger