She was wondering around the room,
looking out the window at the bloom.
It was so beautifully out and so ugly in.
She looked at that flower bud wating to blossom,
she wanted to be like it - bloomin'...
She is sitting down at the corner,
Remembering that once she used to walk down the street
but everyone were so stiff.
She wanted to be happy, to fly
she wanted to be free as a butterfly
soft and fresh like the new green grass
but then she allways fell down on a piece of glass
(or something like that...)
and all the illusion popped up and she would cry,
so she stayed there 'the safer the better - better not even
try'.
So she's there, she think she's happy
but deep down she know's she's not.

And the conclusion is that you have to untie
that knot that's on you - the society's knot