I'm a bee in a bonnet,
I'm a well written sonnet.
I'm that scar down your face,
I'm that dent in your bonnet.
I'm that once in a lifetimes opportunity,
but won't let you go on it.
I'm that flu in your head,
and I'm that cold in your system,
I'm all the good memory's I've stolen,
I'm the blockage in your piston.
I'm the jekel and Hyde
I'm the one creeping up on your blindside.