Empty Spaces

Now I'm too afraid to love I feel a blade through my heart But it's me who holds the grip And when I look down at my feet I see that it's my blood i've gotta clean It's not you it's me, it's my blood I've gotta clean Wish I could fill The empty spaces in between You don't know much you mean to me Wish I could tell you how I'm feeling But it's too cold at night for the butterflies to fly Another day, another rose Being picked away to the stem Unfit to grow Like elderly Like hardwood to a stump Is this the way I'll stay for months and months and months It's not you it's me, it's my blood I've gotta clean Wish I could fill The empty spaces in between You don't know much you mean to me Wish I could tell you how I'm feeling But it's too cold at night for the butterflies to fly Cold at night for the butterflies to fly Cold at night for the butterflies to fly