Butterflies are always following me, everywhere I go.
There's a hero, If you look inside your heart
I'm proud of what I am and who I am, and I'm just going to be myself.
I understand people want to hold on to their roots.
Once I was a prisoner lost inside myself with the world surrounding me, wandering through the misery, but now I am free. Free to love, free to laugh, free to soar, free to shine, free to give.
Nothing that's ever happened has taken away the optimist in me. It's always, "Whatever-let's go to Disneyland." Yes, I have my bleak, tortured-artist moments, but you have to hold on to what's positive.