Butterfly, just fly.

She's hidden under this mask

And it doesn't seem that it'll last

All the way to the end.

Sometimes she feels like being herself: an innocent butterfly

roaming through a garden full of life

Always looking for love.

But someone might just catch her

And take her down.

Down the alley of quarrels

Down the alley of cruel minds.

She lives by love, but she can't love herself. How could she survive in a world like this?

What other see is her reflection from the outside,

Not what is happening in the inside,

A heart that is searching, a hear that is living for something bigger than life.

Don't let anyone say you can't, because you are more than what they say.

You have one chance to live out this life, live it by loving the way you are made,

loving the way you are, loving the way you love.