How can you sustain all the past that lies ahead of us? I don't want that paper soul or those broken wings that drag me And how can I rest without my body put aside if everything wakes up again? I don't, I don't want to be the butterfly I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't That the ground has much more of me and that this life doesn't owe me anymore How well I feel the truth How well I know the focuses of life If I have a day to love I'll go singing to the beat of your laughter I prefer to walk than break wings It lasts a little What's the use if I'm wrong? No, no I don't want to be the butterfly I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't That the ground has much more of me I'm not a revolution I dreamed you half I waited for you half I don't, I don't want to be the butterfly I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't That the ground has much more of me Because this life doesn't owe me anymore I, I settle for half © transcript Emily Beynon