butterflies begin from having been another as a child is born from being in a mother s womb but how many times have you wished you were some other someone than who you are yet who s to say that if all were uncovered you will like what you see you can only be you as i can only be me flowers cannot bloom until it is their season as we would not be here unless it was our destiny but how many times have you wished to be in spaces time places than what you were yet who s to say with unfamiliar faces you could anymore be loving you that you see you can only be you as i can only be me ooh hoo hoo hoo i can only be me