(Every time I look out of the window I feel I want to be there on the other side
And every time I arrive I know I don't quite know the answers I know I should know
I'm soul searching aimlessly, and out, and I'm looking for the answers of the profits
But all I can see through these blind eyes are the butterflies)

I watch the butterflies, watch them never touch the ground
I know I can do anything but keep you around
I see the man, see him balk his chance is gone
I wont be like that standing and screaming all alone

Where does it go when we let it slip away?
If we can feel lonely nights, why not happy days?
Time has no mercy yet you turn your back again
And I see the man, see his face scarred with pain

(One thousand times an hour through the window
Color it green, color it greener
Color red, yellow, black and grey
Color the butterflies)

They say that time heals all wounds but thats a lie
It just makes it easier to keep it all buried inside
I've learned in life that its revoltingly cliche
When people take what is good and throw it away

Dammed not to learn, dammed to make the same mistakes
Dammed to win, taught to do what ever it takes.
You let them sacrifice you, why can't you see?
And I see the man, and the face on that men is me

That faces me