I want to be pure flame. I want to be your song.
Peace is something people tell themselves
There’s always doubt, my friend.
You have to trick your own self – look at it in a different way. You made this happen. You wanted this.
I could take it or leave it, I’ve been here before.
The butterfly grants the girl wishes – she gets long arms to retrieve the ball when it flies onto the roof, she gets clear skies to stay outside and keep playing. On her third wish, she gets selfish and asks to have a thousand more wishes. She turns into a butterfly.
Recoil and destroy. Be happy!