That little social butterfly she seems to have it all.
But will one person blink their eye when she's mounted on a wall?

We see the flowery bed she roams that crimson petals fill.
But this is not her only home, one must look further still.

For underneath the buds of beauty shadows lurk unseen.
Beastly tasks-her taxing duty, her thorny, dark routine.

That little social butterfly she seems to have it all.
She'd rather live a constant lie than have her throne recalled.

She doesn't like to be abused, to have them break her wings.
But this poor thing is so confused, she's gotten used to stings.

So when she finds her life corrupt and wants to change her ways.
Will anyone help her give up and wake her from this daze?

That little social butterfly she seems to have it all.
But will one person blink their eye when they see her crash and fall?