Butterflies begin
  from having been another
  as a child is born
  from beeing in a mother's hood
  but how many times
  have you wished to be some other
  someone than who you are
  yet who's to say
  that if all the run covered
  you will like what you see
  you can only be you
  as i can only be me
  flowers cannot bloom
  until it is their season
  as we would not be here
  unless it was our destiny
  but how many times
  have you wished to be in spaces
  time places than what you were
  yet who's to say
  within 4 million paces
  you could anymore be
  loving you that you see
  you can only be you
  as i can only be me
  i can only be me...