I couldn't find a way of picking up the pieces Of my yesterdays again Crawling on the ground, searching for a reason Never found it in the end What do you do when the worlds on fire What do you 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'll come alive In colors free and wild No one sees these frozen wings But they were made to fly So I'll be, yeah I'll be I'll be a butterfly