I won't put up a white flag
I have lot of hope in my bag
No giving up, not anymore
Nothing confusing nothing I regret for
I know what I want, exactly what I see
But when I think of you, it’s like being a bee
Searching for a flower,
That gives me the power
I’m in to something that I know
But just keep saying no
I say stay, but my heart says go
It might be right, but it seems so “faux”
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