My pretty little bumble bees Follow be around Somewhere close by they are always found They never stray Even when I die My body put to lay My pretty little bumble bees Will watch me decay Not for the right reasons part of me believes Grief comes in seasons But for them it wonβt They committed treason Their loyalty set in the security I provide Not in who I am deep inside I treated them well But even I know I never really liked them They were just for show So go love a different flower Sniff some different trees I wish you all the best My pretty little bumble bees
I wrote this during class today the idea was stuck in my mind and then I typed it out on the computer. It's a metaphor for friends you have because if they weren't there you'd be alone (friends for show). I hope you like it.:)