The apple doesn't fall far from the tree

Except I have happened to roll free

The ducklings all stay intact

Except I seem to have left your pact

The papers all neatly stacked, and bound

Except I am merely scattered around

The bees all busy together in their hive

While I am the bee that doesn't thrive

You say we are not the same

Neither you nor I share the blame

We may come from the same blood

The same root, the same mud

But slowly we have taken separate places

And become different people with different faces

I can no longer watch fixed in my seat

I have to get up and move my feet

I need to do the steps and make my move

I'm sick of my love needing to prove

So I'll walk away and won't look back

So you and your ducklings can start to quack

So you and your apples can stay together

So you can stay birds of a feather

So the paper can rest assured and neat

So nothing will ever come to compete

I will remain just as I am

A paper without a stack,

An apple without a tree,

A duckling without a friend,

A bee without a hive

Alone.