May bee I’m ready
May bee I’m empty

Living by [bad word] in a fortress of fools
Fighting for the [bad word] of bread [bad word] 
When all the fields outside are real
When all I have to do [bad word] 

I crave for the water but I settle for fire
Trading all my dreams for fake plants
When I dive inside your ocean eyes
I’m the smallest of the ants

May bee I’m ready May bee I’m empty

Acting ridicule, being so minuscule
Standing on the edge of a breakdown
Yet guided by the moon, by some kind of proof
That my time is going [bad word] 

I’m breathing like a man
But really I am still a very young and lost boy
Much older than the smiles I used to wear
But does someone even care..That

May bee I’m ready But May bee I’m empty

I will choose your house Every time From now on
When I say, “I love you” I’ll really mean it
When I say” I need you” I won’t forget to feel it
But may bee I’m not real