Butterflies

I'm in the sanctuary
I'm digging my own grave
I feel sick but I am very
Tough and clever proud and brave
I can feel a ghost flow through me
It sends chills throughout my veins
Sun is fun and clouds are gloomy
I'm so happy when it rains.

Butterflies are withering away.
Their wings fall off from darkening decay
Butterflies are turning black and gray
And I can only hope they'll be colorful one day

I am a brand new being
I travelled back in time
I am looking without seeing
Pack my bags for Anaheim
I can birth a second mindset
I can spawn a different fate
Several paths of different kinds, yet
Knowing me it's far too late

Butterflies are withering away
Their wings fall off from darkening decay
Butterflies are turning black and gray
And I can only hope they'll be colorful one day