just the look on mummy's face
when she'll see me like
that,
beautiful as i suppose to be.

it not really me' you know. its just a cover.
i should not look like that.
it is not natural, its not good,
well, but that's what steaking into me.

on the other hand, i look in the mirror
and on the other hand, i see myself.
what's on the other hand can be more important,
cause on the other hand, that's exist on my flesh.

well, i can't kill it,
cause it'll grow new.
and i cant heal it,
cause if i could, i would have you.

my soul is burning because of that,
my life's so changing,
i cannot rest.