I am a green leaf
I am not a flower...

Her barren lands now sit naked
Just the signs of her dimise...

My eyes sweat with exhaustion
I'm battered and badly bruised...

There's monsters in my closet
And underneath my bed...

Beneath the senyru of the maple tree
Are male tainted butterflies lost in love...

I'm a piece of property
That no one cares to stroll...

I'm a piece of literature
That no one comes to read...

If I could put it on paper
The way I make it rain...

There's no way possible
On God's green Earth...

If the World was my beehive
You'd be my honeybee...