her spectacles have x-ray vision
no where to hide my skeletons anymore
still young but not for long, I'm already in decay
echoscopic variable viewer, whether if it's yes or no
I'm still unsure
how do you know what I'm thinking
how do you move before I can
constently stumbling over the fact that
I'm ignoring what I was warned for
It's sabotage, a conspiracy against me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem