Trace me where I'm heading

Cover me with broken blankets

Show me things that can't be seen

Just like my reflections

Close the door

So that I won't be afraid



It's my turn,

to be burned on a stick

If you'd ask

I would've passed,

but it's too late



It's not my fault

It's normal to see

people in a different way

It's just like a circle

Please don't fall

Give it the can



Open all the windows,

so that I won't be afraid