Why do you burn yourself up in the day
When you know the dusk’s not too far away?
Why is that desperation in you to speak too much
When there’s nothing to be said as such?
Why are you so afraid of the rain when you loved that rainbow?
Why does your skin look lavish only for the show?
It is true that you catch a thousand eyes when you bare it all
And you pretend to be hazed.
Don’t you know that their gazes are to be amused and not to be amazed?