Butterfly - Lifehouse

She watches a darkness creeping up about half past eight, she sits by the weeping willow says that she can relate. She dreams of someday getting out of this place, she says she's never felt at home even in her own face. I know it won't be long till you turn into a butterfly.. I know you're weak and you're hanging on, go and give it another try.
She dreams of puppies and those wings that look like parachutes, she dreams of waterfalls that sweep your feet from under you. She finds her comfort inside bedtime stories and fairy tales, anything with a happy ending she says it can never fail. I know it won't be long till you turn into a butterfly.. I know you're weak but you're hanging on cause you're dreaming of an open sky.
She don't wanna talk about it cause that's all that she's done, she don't wanna think about it.. she's not the only one. She doesn't wanna be what she doesn't have to be, doesn't have to be. She wants to be the girl whose swept off her feet in the end, she wants to live a life that's real and not just for pretend. She dreams of laughter echoing and says it's her favorite sound..
She dreams of plastic parents that will never let her down.. and I know it won't be long till you turn into a butterfly.. I know you're weak and you're hanging on cause you're dreaming of an open sky, go and give it another try. And I know it won't be long till you turn into a butterfly.. I know you're weak but you're hanging on, cause you're dreaming of an open sky.

A nuestra manera, cambiamos nuestra piel. Biológicamente somos gente completamente nueva, es posible que parezcamos los mismos, probablemente sea así. El cambio no es visible, por lo menos no en la mayoría de nosotros, pero todos cambiamos completamente... para siempre. Cuando decimos cosas como "la gente no cambia" vuelve locos a los científicos, porque el cambio es literal. La energía está siempre cambiando, transformándose, fusionándose, creciendo, muriendo. Esa forma en la que la gente trata de no cambiar, es antinatural.. La forma en la que nos aferramos a las cosas que eran en lugar de aceptar lo que son, la forma en la que nos aferramos a los viejos recuerdos en lugar de generar nuevos recuerdos.. El cambio es constante, cómo lo experimentamos está en nuestras manos.. Podemos sentir como si muriéramos o podemos tomarlo como una segunda oportunidad, si abrimos nuestras manos, nos relajamos, nos dejamos llevar.. se puede sentir como adrenalina pura, como si en cualquier momento pudiéramos tener una nueva oportunidad en la vida.. Como si en cualquier momento pudiéramos volver a nacer.

Grey's Anatomy.-