Jim Fleming - Butterflies lyrics

Why are bu*terflies free And yet we are not? Oh sure; free opinions, Free press, freedom of speech, Maybe even free lunch! But are we truly free? Free to fly, free to love, Free to feel, free to be, Free to reach happiness? Pressure; to perform, to Achieve, to become what Others thought we'd be! Responsibility, To him, to her, to them To your very own self? First is last, and last first, Or, do we even need To be like that bu*terfly...free?