" But I don’t wanna die now. It ain’t long enough. Sixteen years ain’t gonna be long enough. Hell, I wouldn’t care so much if there hadn’t been so many things I haven’t done yet. So many damn things I ain’t seen or done."
"Maybe she was right. Maybe butterflies bring nothing but happiness. Maybe butterflies aren’t exactly the key to happiness, but there is something to be said about the simple things in life,things that bring joy. Like snow or wildflowers. Like a sunny day, or the smell of pumpkin pie. Not clothes or guys or getting the lead in a play, or very good grades. None of these things will really make you happy. The little things, like catching and releasing butterflies, just might."
I sink into the lyrics with a sigh. The music, at least for a little while, fills a sweet sort of ache. When one song is done, another takes it place. An endless stream of comfort and distraction to help me for a while.