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.