Butterfly
Laying in his bed
Trying to get some sleep
The voices inside his head
Telling him he's an abandonned ship
Hiding in the shadows of his dreams
They're pushing him to sink
We're all to blame
We're all the same
We won't forget the days when everything turned to grey
We're all to blame
We're all the same
We won't forget the days when everything turned to grey
He will stand tall
While raising his fist
In the sky
To catch the stars
And grab this butterfly
He will stand tall
While raising his fist
In the sky
To catch the stars
And grab this butterfly
Broken wings
Anxiety, insecurity
Feeling free it's hard for him
Anxiety, insecurity
Anxiety, insecurity
Feeling free it's hard for him
Anxiety, insecurity
We're all to blame
We're all the same
We won't forget the days when everything turned to grey
We're all to blame
We're all the same
We won't forget the days when everything turned to grey
He will stand tall
While raising his fist
In the sky
To catch the stars
And grab this butterfly
He will stand tall
While raising his fist
In the sky
To catch the stars
And grab this butterfly
Maybe this is me
Or this is our reality
Maybe this is me
Or this is our reality
Maybe this is me
Or this is us
Trying to get some sleep
The voices inside his head
Telling him he's an abandonned ship
Hiding in the shadows of his dreams
They're pushing him to sink
We're all to blame
We're all the same
We won't forget the days when everything turned to grey
We're all to blame
We're all the same
We won't forget the days when everything turned to grey
He will stand tall
While raising his fist
In the sky
To catch the stars
And grab this butterfly
He will stand tall
While raising his fist
In the sky
To catch the stars
And grab this butterfly
Broken wings
Anxiety, insecurity
Feeling free it's hard for him
Anxiety, insecurity
Anxiety, insecurity
Feeling free it's hard for him
Anxiety, insecurity
We're all to blame
We're all the same
We won't forget the days when everything turned to grey
We're all to blame
We're all the same
We won't forget the days when everything turned to grey
He will stand tall
While raising his fist
In the sky
To catch the stars
And grab this butterfly
He will stand tall
While raising his fist
In the sky
To catch the stars
And grab this butterfly
Maybe this is me
Or this is our reality
Maybe this is me
Or this is our reality
Maybe this is me
Or this is us
Credits
Writer(s): Antoine Dufour, Sobral Mickael, Eveno Julien, Sobral Anthony
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