Would I know the way to say
I'm beautiful
Would I know the way to weave
And cut it off?
Another life that I know
No other substance to show
Another time I can go
Longer time makes the mold grow
No better time to play I want
A spoonful
I know everyday I waste
Is meaningful
Another life that I sold
I know my mouth is my gold
I see the day when it folds
Just to wind up the soul
I'm not shoving
Heat in the oven
I'm not made to break
Feet are for running
Arms are for hugging
I am here today
I'm made of loving
That's always something
I'm not made to break
My skin is the rubber
I am the other-