the pain is real
all i do is reason
i want to change things
but i don't have the right to say
can we erase from our minds
the tears the agony and the tiny joy
the truth is right in front of my eyes
i still insist on asking why
a bee to a honeycomb
a clownfish to anemone
a limb to a body
that is how much you mean to me
we walk away
we walk away..