Every Broken Arrow

I always did your job without thinkin’ on rewards
but i’m sick to see my broken dreams of love
you say because you’re blind is difficult to find
but there’s other thing you don’t think about

That any shot, you know that every hope you throw
is useless if these arrows are broke
and remember of the throw of that villain rosty gold
steel arrow that your mother will know

And i want to rip out your wings as a butterfly
you don’t care for me to do my love things right
there’s nothing left to say, one day i’m sure i’ll take
every broken arrow and put it in your grave…
‘cause you’re dead to me

You’re from my Psyche, my Hedone won’t shine
from horizons you don’t want to see me find
and i just became inmortal, because i just realized
that however times you kill me, i cannot die

And i want to rip out your wings as a butterfly
you don’t care for me to do my love things right
there’s nothing left to say, one day i’m sure i’ll take
every broken arrow and put it in your grave…
‘cause you’re dead to me