“You were a song I couldn’t sing
caught like a bear by the bees with its hand in the hive
who complains of the pain of the sting
when I’m lucky I got out alive!
a life at best left half behind,
the taste of the honey still sweet on my tongue
and I’d run (Lord knows I’ve tried)
but there’s no place on Earth I can hide
from the wrong I’ve done”
Mewithoutyou
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