Walking on the white sand, feel the heat whispering in your feet,
Buried in a big hole, your skin gets more and more black and cold.
Walking on the outside, there are too many people around please someone turn off the lights
They’re looking, I’m sure they’re judging, I can’t stand it I’d better have stayed all this morning in my bed.
As the sun burns my feathers I stay hid under my parasol,
I prefer to keep closer the shadows of my soul,
Than treating all the others as sunshine made of gold,
I can’t look at the mirror, drown myself into alcohol.
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