Living by the rules in a fortress of fools Fighting for the crumbs of bread crumbs When all the fields outside are real When all I have to do is run
I crave for the water but I settle for fire Trading all my dreams for fake plants When I dive inside your ocean eyes I’m the smallest of the ants
May bee I’m ready May bee I’m empty
Acting ridicule, being so minuscule Standing on the edge of a breakdown Yet guided by the moon, by some kind of proof That my time is going to come?
I’m breathing like a man But really I am still a very young and lost boy Much older than the smiles I used to wear But does someone even care..That
May bee I’m ready But May bee I’m empty
I will choose your house Every time From now on When I say, “I love you” I’ll really mean it When I say” I need you” I won’t forget to feel it But may bee I’m not real