I live life from second to second,
I wait for that moment in time were I can bee free.
Is you that I wait for
And with you I want to be.
A bee fly’s from flour to flour
As you fly in to my heart.
I pray to the all mighty sky
To give me strange, so I can cry.
The turf is that I don’t need you,
The turf I that I don’t care
You’re just a bug in my windshield
A fly in my bed.
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