Butterflies

The things I go Through to make you feel Make you see to make you believe The things I need to make me strong, make me belong, that give me hope to move on You say that I’m an over thinker, problem maker, practice shaker this dead ending, it’s just something, I can’t get my mind around Because I’m a dreamer, a believer, and optimistic fortune seer, don’t shoot down the stars I see, if you’d see them you’ll be like me Don’t clip my wings like a bird I’m free to explore the world and the make believe With a will there’s a way, the time is today Butterflies need air to glide If I had been somebody else, would you be happy or lost in yourself Something’s I just can’t understand, Where this is going? Feels like we’re sinking in sand To take me for my mistakes My behavior it's my DNA. This dead ending it’s just something I can’t get my mind around Because I’m a dreamer a believer and optimistic fortune seer Don’t shoot down the stars I see if you’d see them you’ll be like me/if you could see you’d be like me Don’t clip my wings like a bird I’m free to explore the world and the make believe With a will there’s a way, the time is today Butterflies need air to glide Butterflies need air to glide. Butterflies need air to glide. Oh Butterflies need air to glide. Butterflies need air to glide. Butterflies need air to glide. Butterflies need air to glide.