I am a beast
Contributing to the earth's pollution
Intoxicating soil and financing the royal
If I could gamble to be any other living thing
I'd take a spin on the wheel and hope for death to be my win

A summernight in Mid-July
We'd talk and talk until my skin
Was covered in mosquito bites
I didn't mind, I let it sting

Those bites they kept me company
In the days you weren't around
I itched and scratched so angrily
They could stay forever on my account.

I guess some need the tragedy
Rambling mind and trembling feet
Falling for every fallen leaf
Desperate to keep winter out of reach

Because at least in summertime, everyone else seems happy.

It makes you cry and leaves you sad
But you like the salt and you love the mad

I am a beautiful creature
inside a body so limited
so rotten in character
and of a species so evil
a person so nice
stuck in a world left to die