Where would I be without this sweet bumblebee
That stings my soul, and lets my mind go free
Free from all the poisons, toxic out of my chest
So she can have room in the heart to rest
I thank the Lord, always, I'm ever so blessed
Shock Therapy, has been performed
Now I show signs of the effects
I must never forget, the memory keeps me in check
Without a place for her, there will be no peace when I rest
It will be No P.I.R, as we are still very far
Away, a sword in my back that for years has stayed
Still trying to pull it out, as continues the strain
But the sting from her, eliminates all the pain
My only other wounds come from the brain
For not revealing that I miss her again and again
If it wasn't for the sting, that this bumblebee gave
Who knows, if I would have pushed myself to an early grave