Bees offer honey far more readily than they sting

But assumptions are made for flesh and for skin

Your flipped inside out pulled by your heart

Yet before they look there they tear you apart

Instead of healing your heart you draw a new stripe

And hope that you heal from only their sight

look at you from the eyes in their heads

I don’t stand a chance! they have made my heart blind

I’m still in a trance. Where is the rest of me I’m a hollowed chest!

You get what you see, when what you see is your nest.