It doesn't matter how beautiful you look,nI am not allowed to read from stranger's books.nIt doesn't matter how much you hold back in bait.nStill I'm not allowed. Nothing good could satiate.nnI'm not goingto cry anymore,nflash heart like a road-works sign.nnDoesn't matter how beautiful you looknI am not allowed to read your book.nAnd if it isn't mine, nor it's his to give.nI want a life that doesn't nradio for help all of the time,nflash heart like a road-works sign.nnDoesn't matter how beautiful you look.nI am not allowed to open your strange book.nIt doesn't matter how much you hold in bait;nah ah ah my friend. Nothing good could satiate.nnI dont' want a life that flashes outnfor help like a road-works sign sayingnPick me up, saying Pick me up nownI'm alone alone alone. Saying Pick me up.nnIt doesn't matter how beautiful he looks,nyou're not allowed to read his book.nDoesn't matter how well he lures his bait.nThis is no time to understate.