The fly is so lucky, when it's head
falls in front of me I'm not dead, but my bed
is above me- Hello? (Is it easy?)
When you look at me,
with your 'strawberry' eyes I'm here, drafted and
suffocating in your drawn-fairy lies- I'm out there But sometimes you think it's
so easy when you leave me
You leave me, I have nothing for after Do you think I want to
walk the streets? The streets
take my heart to the dump when I looked after you Sometimes it would be so easy if where my heart is (was) black! Sometimes the dark and then turns into black If it was so easy I could not fail? I don't even want to go back! I saw how easy it went when you weren't back I wish I could be easy then but,
You took 'out run', I had to be destroyed out of it
I had- It was easy adventures in our fridge
It was locked inside, I was in the 'Eye'
I was living in a treasure of mine,
I am (was) once a slave, "But it's not working!"
I was once imprisoned in your heart but, it sank
I don't know how to get above high
"Daddy's working. Dumb kid, your goodbye?"
I looked at the young, his eyes, "I'm above high?!"
"Daddy's working, I am ready to die..."
I was in pictures, damn, I am a young guy?
"I want pictures, I don't want to die."
I am Abra, cause I'm not a fly
I am in pictures, not time to fade