Please don't bring me down I'm growing to tall Please don't bring me down Your short posture is killing me (its knife is sharp for its kind) Find a tissue to be your ladder Wipe the liquid from your face Spawn solids so you won't sink When you try to stand on them (you'll grow up) Kill the ocean; don't help it Your salty onions could feed a million fish Standing still forgot how to grow And walking forgot how to wait for the other (standing still soul) Your face it to red I can't look at you You were stung by the other bee The bee who could see (where he was going) I was blind; I could not see what I had Finding this place was accidental - I was lead by the sadness Just looking for happiness I guess irony could be the case from both of us (We both bleed from the wound I created)