Too late

pink butterfly 
lost her fingertips 
would you help her searching 
we live only three days 
and i am just about to loose my wings 
help... 
your eyes follow me 
your shade spys me 
i won't let you make love to me 
ever again 
'cause it hurts too much 
and looking deeply into your eyes 
i cruelly say 
that i would rather be a butterfly 
than one who lets your hand 
touch one's neck