Butterflies fly by my shoulder
If I touch them, they'll turn black
So I watch them from a distance

Look, now I'll tell you my story, a little unfiltered

I had to pay a price to know what it's like to live
Cause the world was wild, I was afraid of many things
And every time I felt it, nobody helped me
I rode out the storm all by myself without company

But this alternation yearned for a soul to speak
I offered myself, now I have the signs to slip away
Don't you dare scare me so!
Bitch, I'm from the storm