Singing a kind of song,
Must have been a party going on,
Someone keeps dancing
To a death knell of a beat
Some kind of music
Must be going on.
Maybe it’s night,
Must be the day,
You know that we’re going nowhere,
Thank God all those sweeties
Keep us standing on our feet,
Just another day for the Beauty and the Beast.
There someone else inside me,
And I’m not sure if it’s me,
Maybe Beauty maybe Beast
Maybe someone else instead.
Stumble into halls,
Try to find a door that fits a key,
There’s something in me talking
And I don’t think it’s me,
So tell me who am I?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem