She's sorry she is not a beauty queen.
Just flesh and bones, just eyes,
gravity, lameness and lightness.
She burns and she writes.
Only intention:
not forget about herself
it's so easy to get lost on the road
so many looks to look.
Pictionary on:
Black dragonfly stand on a stick.
A dog smells another dog.
The other dog is dead.
(Now guess. Forgeting is easier in english)

Throw the hook little voice
we don't even have a song.

She is sorry she is not I