Whenever no one reads the words anymore, 

know that they are yours. 

Know that my mouth bleeds for you, 

finally speaking an unspoken truth.

Know that I'd fight for you the day I die,

know you're the only one who sees me cry. 

You've taken my soul and lifted it to the heavens, 

turned me into the day I turned seven. 

You pick the butterflies out of the sky and hold them down for me. 

A sunshine for only you and I to see. 

They fly away and you say "let them go," 

and they flutter off into the afterglow.

I'm stronger than I seem, and weaker than I act.

But you never judge me for the courage I lack. 

You don't see my numbers on the page, 

don't see those mistakes that I once made.

Every time you console a memory I've had to retrieve, 

I wonder how it'll feel when you finally leave.