Another day of anxiety, of questioning
I'm going to be considered as a fool, or boring
Do I behave well? Do they think: 'What a bad image he gives!'
I'm afraid of disappointing them, my friends
There must be something wrong in my way of being
Otherwise, Why do I feel remorse or like crying?
I know it's hard to bear with me, but I'm living in people's eyes
I don't know what to think, I just want to be fine
I don't want to hurt anyone, I don't want to be toxic
I don't want to be tired anymore, I don't want to be made of plastic
I don't want to be a black dove, I don't want to be a bad sign
I don't want to just give love, I want you to be fine
I've a thousand of questions running through my mind