I couldn't fight the way
Of picking up the pieces
In my yesterdays again
Rolling on the ground, searching for a reason
Never found it in the end
What you'd do
When the world's on fire?
What you'd say
When there's nothing left to burn?
How do you break out of the covers
That have held you safe so long?
Now they hurt
I'll be a butterfly
I come alive in colors free and wild
No one sees its frozen wings
But they were made to fly
So I'll be, yeah, I'll be
I'll be a butterfly
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