-Here's a little story I've got to tell you, about the time my dreams almost fell through. Negativity all around me had me thinking I could never make it. Always took it as a lesson to me, to only deal in reality because no one would ever wanna take a chance on me. And so I fantasize, I metamorphosize.
-Thinking of ways that I could turn it around.
-And this is all that I wanna do right now.
-I can't just let this feeling go.
-Something's telling me it's now or never so.
-I wanna fly and touch the sky.
-Sky.
-I wanna be a butterfly just----
-Fly.
-I wanna fly I wanna----
-Spread my wings and let the wind take
me so high.
-Because----
-Life in Spain back then seemed hopeless, I was afraid, all alone and helpless. And even when I tried to ask some questions----
-Everybody had the same old answers.
-you're too white for this, too fat for that. You're from Barcelona, what's up with that? It became pretty obvious I had no room to dream. So I fantasize, I metamorphosize.