minds all a jumble
tossing and tumbled
trying to take it all in
sort in my mind
and leave it behind
and take the best part with me
(bridge) collecting words you say
and storing them away
sharp ones they scar
are hurting a heart
But I don't say a thing
(chorus) from flower to flower
I'm a
busy bee
don't feel so sour
just wait and see
when....
I feel the heat
I don't
bend and cower
or let it in
taste sweet or sour
either gives you power
which one do you choose?
the heat can consume
and marry your doom
your lost now in time and space
but see it ahead
and avoid all the dread
it's not who you want to be
(chorus)
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