What is it that makes me get up everyday?
What is it that makes me tick during the day, the night and all of my time.
What do i search for in my final destination?
A love thats true but all an all not there. Something unrealistic, and fake like plastic.
The search for butterfly's that i hear so clear, but when i want to hold them near, it seems in conclusions i don't hold this person so dear.
So i search and search, for this till my search is complete and my body and soul shall be all in sync.
