I don't like sour limes,
And it's hard to breathe sometimes.
The sky disturbs me when it's dark,
And I can't help but compare tomorrow
With a shark.
I seem to never sleep enough,
And being alive is often rough.
I don't like to fake a smile,
And ...well,every look I meet
Conducts a trial.
I'd like,for once,to feel just right,
Not stand aside,seal my lips,gasp for air