Butterflies (the black anonymous)

How would I say goodbye
To the feelings I wanted to stay forever?
How would I break my last cry
When all my tears have gone dry?

How would I say at least
Thank you for all the years,
For all the pain you brought inside,
The tears and the fears?

How would I turn hate to love
And pretend that I’m okay?
When my heart was torn when I fell in love
And my memories were painted ashen gray?

Sympathy I give myself.
Freedom I now offer you.
I will let you go.
I have to do it, you must know.

All the sweetness in the past,
In fate’s power not bound to last.
Butterflies do also tire.
And so the die is cast.