Butterfly

I was standing on the streets of Soho
staring at the trendy people
hypnotized my mind was fried
i felt that thorn stuck in my side
i had this itch i could not shake
i don’t give a damn

now i feel so alive inside
touch the sky my butterfly

i turned around behind my back
my blood became my enemy
there was a crime i had a dream
i had to find identity
erasing what i had to face
i don’t give a damn

butterfly
in the sky
tell me why
you buried me
when i was born
don’t wanna live
don’t wanna die
don’t want to be let alone to survive
don’t want to be
your enemy
don’t wanna be crucified by my needs

now i feel so alive inside
touch the sky my butterfly