Stability

You say you want to fly so high
You think yourself as a blue kite
But I must tell you that a kite
It needs a rope for all its flights

You love me, you hate me
I’ve never been so sure
You’ve never been so insecure
You kiss me, you slap me
You point me out that door
You’ve never been so immature

You say you want to fly so high
You want to be a butterfly
But I must tell you their flights
They last an hour and then they die

You love me, you hate me
I’ve never been so sure
You’ve never been so insecure
You kiss me, you slap me
You point me out that door
You’ve never been so immature

You say you want to fly so high…