A change in the times,
That runs with the bees,
She screaming for mercy,
Hear her pleas.

She dances with devils,
In  front of the moonlight,
Walking down the back roads, in forests of the night
And onwards,
we rove,
through the **** lemon grove.
And so she  glows,
with sunlight sparkling on her nose.

She lost all her trust,
Her love it got bust, cost her a lot,
But she can't, run and hide,

She cannot live with obsession,
with her head he's messing,
again and some more,
and so they roll down lonely rivers.
(c) Livvi