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