I've it. But I want my live to be secret/ Espesially for whom I do not love/ They try to break my life/ I do not want myself to be broken/ So I must be careful.

I have my due.
I have my soul.
Maybe it's true,
Maybe not all.
Try to go through,
Try not to call.
Walk down the rue
With the small ball.
But it is cruel
To be so small.
Yes, it is real,
No, you're not tall.
Your head is clear,
But now you fall.
To call for dear,
To look for doll,
To hide the fear
To walk through wall.
To put your ear
Beside the hole.
The fate to hear
And what for vote.