I really want to hate you
But really I had moved on
You can move on too

I really hate visiting the same place
Being dragged on is no fun
All the great things if we had space
The adventure had been done

only end is between me and you
Dark horrible places take spaces
Something we both hate so why go
We seen much prettier places

Fifty bees fly by and in the sky
Finding a new life and to decide
Deciding if pollination is predication

Show no stings and fly with wings
Let it all go and live life and be happy
That’s how it should all be until the
Fat lady sings