I am a dying child,
who just wants ice screams
instead of getting endless screams.
I've turned into a girl with desires,
and one of them is to have limited hours
another is to rewind and to feel like flowers.

Time flies so fast once I am in the echo of my bed,
and I can the warm pour on my cheek.
It's become an outfit and maybe I am a geek.
I don't have goals and I can't see my goals
perhaps because they say I've had too much oats.

I have the person that was born on 23 June,
because I've grown to be such a goon.
Maybe all I need is therapy,
or they just need tranquility?