She watches the darkness creeping up about half past eight She sits by the weeping willow, says she can relate She dreams of some day getting out of this place She says she's never felt at home, even in her own face And I know it won't be long 'Til you turn to 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 you feet from under you She finds her comfort inside bedtime stories and fairytales Anything with a happy ending, she says it could never fail And I know it won't be long 'Til you turn to a butterfly I know you're weak but you're hanging on 'Cause you're dreaming of an open sky She don't want to talk about it 'cause that's all that she's done She don't want to think about it, she's not the only one She doesn't want to be what she doesn't have to be Doesn't have to be She wants to be the girl who's 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, says it's her favourite sound She dreams of plastic parents that will never let her down And I know it won't be long 'Til you turn to a butterfly I know you're weak and you're hanging on But you're dreaming of an open sky Go and give it just another try And I know it won't be long 'Til you turn to a butterfly I know you're weak but you're hanging on 'Cause you're dreaming of an open sky