My body is covered with scars,
Am I an overprotected?
Am I from Moon or from Mars?
Am I on top, or rejected?
Whether my home are stars
Why I'm so far away here?
Why am I covered with scars,
And lots of the things are unclear.
Am I an alien for you?
Congratulations for nothing.
I want you to tell me the truth,
Whether l should really suffer.
Inside I'm splendidly fine,
Slightly completely disordered.
Can you see the bright shine,
Is my life somewhere recorded?
You know l'll fix all my scars,
With black tape and some whiskey.
Shall I go back to the stars?
Or live this hard life, though it's risky?