I hate those butterflies. They are not supposed to be there. 

.... Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground

As the smoke clears  
I awaken, and untangle you from me  
Would it make you, feel better to watch me while I bleed?  
All my windows, still are broken  
But I'm standing on my feet  

I am stronger and you will never break me.