Sting


Sometimes my head is filled with static
As I develop a new bad habit
Picking apart every little thing
Someone does, until I sting

Every good part about them away
So they feel worthless and astray
From their path they know headlong
Take away their strength so I feel strong

Just dedicated to throwing away all that’s good
Until they leave, as they should
Then I realize what’s happened to me
I’m the one with nobody

So don’t get too close
Or I might pose
As a bee
Stinging away all that’s close to me

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