The bee

Hello, i have a story
Story about broken heart
Of woman and man
And very sadly
So let's become.
One empty kitchen
And I'M alone
One cup on table
Some simple thoughts
And open window
Which it must be closed
One yellow ticket
And broken heart
I said one cup on table
And some simple thoughts
One open door
In which it's time to go
One little story,
She came up from the Boston
And she never be same
But usually we have sets
Have a sets
On email.
I have the bee in my head
She eating all that i have
Inside in me
Probably my brain
Almostly dead

Another kitchen
But never lonely
Some many cups on table
Some dumpest thoughts
And damn white heroin
She is a killer of broken hearts
He pay for love a lot of money
For nothing...
And as i said this is story drama
From point to point
So many days
I've been around on my ways
Ten thousand miles without relax
With yellow bee in my head
I have the bee in my head
She eating all that i have
Inside in me
Probably my brain
Almostly dead