My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies, Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die.

Inside my heart is breaking

My make-up may be flaking

But my smile still stays on.

Whatever happens, Ill leave it all to chance

Another heartache, another failed romance

On and on, does anybody know what we are living for?

I guess Im learning, I must be warmer now.

Ill soon be turning, round the corner now.