There was a girl who loved butterflies
And watched their wings as they flew away
She promised herself she’d grow wings
And follow them into the clouds someday.
She envied how they were so free
While she had to keep her wounds hidden
How they lived a life so short
While she relapsed on what she thought she’d ridden.
There was a girl who loved butterflies
And watched their wings as they flew away
She grew up and grew out her wings
And dropped from the clouds that day.
And rumour has it that when she slit her wrists
A single butterfly escaped her grasp
Its wings bloody, it flew up so far
To join the others behind the thin glass.
There was once a girl who loved butterflies
But held their wings ‘fore they flew away
Her reason for trapping butterflies?
“They’ll be freed when I’m gone someday.”
And they found the cocoons in her veins
And wings made of broken lies
The little girl never got her dream
So she kept it from the butterflies.
Paramount 